"You said I was improving, Dora," he said, and then laughed at the childish claim.

"But that isn't really a thing that counts, is it?
If our lives only keep step it won't matter much about the 'Washington Post.' And so far as attention goes, you'll get it as long as you live, you little princess.

Besides, isn't it better to wear the love of one man than the admiration of half a dozen ?" "And be teased and worried half out of your life by everybody you meet?
Now, Lorne, you're getting serious and sentimental, and you know I hate that.

It isn't any good either--Mother always used to say it made me more stubborn to appeal to me.

Horrid nature to have, isn't it ?" Lorne's hand went to his waistcoat pocket and came back with a tiny packet.