There will be open war between us before the honeymoon has waxed and waned, if he goes on as he has begun." "Hush! hush, Irene!" said her friend, in a tone of deprecation.

"The lightest sense of wrong gains undue magnitude the moment we begin to complain.

We see almost anything to be of greater importance when from the obscurity of thought we bring it out into the daylight of speech." "It will be just as I say, and saying it will not make it any more so," was Irene's almost sullen response to this.

"I have my own ideas of things and my own individuality, and neither of these do I mean to abandon.

If Hartley hasn't the good sense to let me have my own way in what concerns myself, I will take my own way.