Jackie"-- this to a rosy, eager-faced youth beside her--"run away and amuse yourself.

I want to talk seriously to this elderly person." "I'm only seven years older than you," said Arkwright, as he seated himself where Jackie had been vainly endeavoring to induce Miss Severence to take him seriously.
"And I am twenty-eight, and have to admit to twenty-four," said Margaret.
"Don't frown that way.

It makes wrinkles; and what's more unsightly than a wrinkled brow in a woman ?" "I don't in the least care," replied the girl.

"I've made up my mind to stop fooling and marry." "Jackie ?" "If I can't do better." She laughed a low, sweet laugh, like her voice; and her voice suggested a leisurely brook flitting among mossy stones.
"You see, I've lost that first bloom of youth the wife-pickers prize so highly.

I'm not unsophisticated enough to please them.