I've wanted him to go this three years back, but he couldn't afford it until I got a raise this Spring.

He'll have a glorious old time with the colonel, and they'll fish and hunt and drink whiskey all day, and fight the war all over again every evening.
So I was quite by myself when Mr.Watson came to me and wouldn't take no for his answer." "Why did you object to come here ?" asked Aunt Jane.
"Well, I didn't know you; and I didn't especially want to know you.
Not that I bear grudges, understand, although you've been little of a friend to my folks these past years.

But you are rich and proud--and I suspect you're a little cross, Aunt Jane--while we are poor and proud and like to live our lives in our own way." "Are you a working girl ?" enquired Miss Merrick.
"Surely," said Patsy, "and drawing a big lump of salary every Saturday night.

I'm a hair-dresser, you know--and by the way, Aunt Jane, it puzzles me to find a certain kink in your hair that I thought I'd invented myself." "Louise dressed my hair this way," said Miss Merrick, a bit stiffly.
"Your maid ?" "My niece, Louise Merrick." Patsy whistled, and then clapped her hand over her mouth and looked grave.
"Is she here ?" she asked, a moment later.
"Yes, and your other cousin, Elizabeth De Graf, is here also." "That's just the trouble," cried Patsy, energetically.

"That's why I didn't want to come, you know." "I don't understand you, Patricia." "Why, it's as plain as the nose on your face, even if I hadn't pumped Mr.Watson until I got the truth out of him.