"I don't see how it happened." "You are an extravagant little wretch, Patty, there's no doubt about it." "I suppose I am; at least, I suppose I have been, but I'm not going to be any more.

I'm going to reform, suddenly and all at once and very thoroughly! Now, you watch me.

We're not going to have any more fancy things, no more ice cream from Pacetti's.

Why, that caterer's bill is something fearful." "And so you're going to starve poor Uncle Fred ?" "No, that wouldn't be fair, would it?
The economy ought to fall entirely on me.

Well, I've decided to make my own clothes after this, anyway." "Oh, Patty, what a goose you are! You couldn't make them to save your neck, and after you made them you couldn't wear them." "I could, too, Marian Elliott! Just you wait and see me make my summer dresses.