Papa, does it have to be Jim ?" "Mary!" Mrs.Vertrees cried, sharply.

"You're outrageous! That's a perfectly horrible way of talking!" "Well, I'm close to twenty-four," said Mary, turning to her.

"I haven't been able to like anybody yet that's asked me to marry him, and maybe I never shall.

Until a year or so ago I've had everything I ever wanted in my life--you and papa gave it all to me--and it's about time I began to pay back.

Unfortunately, I don't know how to do anything--but something's got to be done." "But you needn't talk of it like THAT!" insisted the mother, plaintively.