"Men simply won't treat Women in business as they treat men, and I don't see unless human nature changes, how it is to be helped.

But what about the house in Twenty-third Street?
Do you think I ought to look at it ?" "It was the most homelike place we saw, by a long way.

There ain't many places in New York where you can have a flower-bed in the front yard." "Do you think Fanny will be happy there?
A year before this stage mania seized her, you know, she was wild to move to Park Avenue." "Well, you know I've got a suspicion," Miss Folly dropped her voice to a whisper.

"Of course it ain't nothin' but a suspicion, for she never opens her mouth about it to me, but I've got a right smart suspicion that that young actor she is so crazy about lives somewhere down there in that neighbourhood, and she thinks she could watch him go by in the street.

I don't believe, you know, that she's ever so much as spoken to him in her life." "It's impossible!" exclaimed Gabriella, for this revelation of Miss Polly's discernment was astonishing to her; "but if that's the case," she added gravely, "I oughtn't to think of moving into the house." "Oh, well, I don't know that he's anywhere very near, and Fanny's goin' to be at boarding-school for a year or two and away with Jane at the White Sulphur in the summers.