"And 'here's to the day when your big boots and my little shoes lie outside the same closed door!'" "Julie!" he said, "you don't mean it!" "Don't I?
How do you know, old sober-sides.

Come, buck up, Solomon; we've been sentimental long enough.

I'd like to go to a music-hall now or do a skirt-dance.

But neither's really possible; certainly not the first, and you'd be shocked at the second.

I'm half a mind to shock you, though, only my skirt's not long and wide enough, and I've not enough lace underneath.