I always had lovely clothes; mamma thought that was a kind of a duty.

If it was a duty, I don't suppose it counts as a part of the spoiling.

But I was very much indulged, and I know I have everything now.

Gordon is a perfect husband; I believe if I were to ask him for a present of his nose, he would cut it off and give it to me.

I think I will ask him for a small piece of it some day; it will rather improve him to have an inch or two less.