Anybody might have thought you _wanted_ to let that young man see what was the matter with you." "So I did.

He says there is nothing the matter with me." "Nothing the matter with you, indeed! _He_ knows well enough what's the matter with you." The victim was staring now, with terror in her tired eyes.

Her mouth dropped open with the question her tongue refused to utter.
"If you," continued Mrs.Moon, "had wanted to tell him plainly that you were in love with him, you couldn't have set about it better.

I should have thought you'd have been ashamed to look him in the face--at your age.

You're a disgrace to my family!" The poor fingers ceased their labour of buttoning and unbuttoning; Miss Quincey sat with her shoulders naked as it were to the lash.
"There!" said Mrs.Moon with an air of drawing back the whip and putting it by for the present.