I'm dying to get married and nobody wants me.

If you were a Virginian instead of a doubting Marylander, you would have asked me a hundred times and kept on asking until I gave in.

Now it's too late.
I always intended to give in, but you were so stupid you couldn't or wouldn't understand." "It's never too late to mend, Lavinia," he prayed with hands extended.
"It's too late to mend you, St.George! You are cracked all over, and as for me--I'm ready to fall to pieces any minute.

I'm all tied up now with corset laces and stays and goodness knows what else.

No--I'm done with you." While this merry badinage was going on, the young people crowding the closer so as not to lose a word, or making room for the constant stream of fresh arrivals on their way toward the dressing-rooms above, their eyes now and then searching the top of the stairs in the hope of getting the first glimpse of Kate, our heroine was receiving the final touches from her old black mammy.