But put that out of your head forever, Miss Polly.

I have given him clearly to understand that there must be no nonsense, though, for the matter of that, I doubt if he needed the warning.

There is an Alice." "I reckon it would take more than an Alice to stand in the way if you wanted him," insisted the little seamstress, possessed by an obstinate conviction that fate could provide no happiness apart from marriage.
"Perhaps.

But you see I don't want him." Gabriella had become perfectly serious, and to Miss Polly's amazement a hint of petulance showed in her manner.

"Everything of that kind was over for me long ago.