You wait for your 'right man.' Don't let them hurry you.

The most dreadful things happen as the result of girls' hurrying, and then meeting him when it's too late." "Not to women who have the right sort of pride." Margaret drew herself up, and once more her far-away but decided resemblance to Grandmother Bowker showed itself.

"I'd never be weak enough to fall in love unless I wished." "That's not weakness; it's strength," declared Lucia, out of the fulness of experience gleaned from a hundred novels or more.
Margaret shook her head uncompromisingly.

"It'd be weakness for me." She dropped upon the bench beside her sister.

"I'm going to marry, and I'm going to superintend your future myself.