I'll buy more--and more, if it's necessary.

Bless his dear old heart! He thinks he's really serving us--and he is, too." "Oh, yes, you're right, he _is!_" sighed Bertram, with meaning emphasis, as he abandoned the argument.
In addition to her "Talk to Young Wives," Billy found herself encountering advice and comment on the marriage question from still other quarters--from her acquaintances (mostly the feminine ones) right and left.

Continually she was hearing such words as these: "Oh, well, what can you expect, Billy?
You're an old married woman, now." "Never mind, you'll find he's like all the rest of the husbands.

You just wait and see!" "Better begin with a high hand, Billy.

Don't let him fool you!" "Mercy! If I had a husband whose business it was to look at women's beautiful eyes, peachy cheeks, and luxurious tresses, I should go crazy! It's hard enough to keep a man's eyes on yourself when his daily interests are supposed to be just lumps of coal and chunks of ice, without flinging him into the very jaws of temptation like asking him to paint a pretty girl's picture!" In response to all this, of course, Billy could but laugh, and blush, and toss back some gay reply, with a careless unconcern.