If I had nothing else against you, Grant, I'd never forgive you for having been so long blind to my charms--you and these other men of our set who'll doubtless be clamorous now." "If you'd been less anxious to please," suggested he bitterly, "and more courageous about being your own real self, you'd not have got yourself into this mess." "Ah--but that wasn't my fault," replied she absently.

"It was the fault of my training.

Ever since I can remember I've been taught to be on my guard, lest the men shouldn't like me." In her new freedom she looked back tranquilly upon the struggle she was at last emancipated from, and philosophized about it.

"What a mistake mothers make in putting worry about getting a husband into their daughters' heads.

Believe me, Grant, that dread makes wretched what ought to be the happiest time of a girl's life." "Rita," he pleaded, "stop this nonsense, and say you'll marry me." "No, thanks," said she.