"He seems to regret very much his inability to send you a larger check." "So do I," said Sylvia with a petulant air.
"He points out that it has been a bad season and he has lost his crop." "Bad seasons are common in western Canada; I've met farmers who seemed to thrive on them." "No doubt they didn't do so all at once." "I dare say that's true," Sylvia agreed.

"It's very likely that if I give him plenty of time, George will get everything right--he's one of the plodding, persistent people who generally succeed in the end--but what use will there be in that?
I'm not growing younger--I want some enjoyment now!" She spread out her hands with a gesture that appealed for sympathy.

"One gets so tired of petty economy and self-denial." "But George and Herbert arranged that you should have a sufficient allowance." "Sufficient," said Sylvia, "is a purely relative term.

So much depends upon one's temperament, doesn't it?
Perhaps I am a little extravagant, and that's why I'm disappointed." "After all, you have very few necessary expenses." Sylvia laughed.
"It's having only the necessary ones that makes it so dull.

Now, I've thought of going to stay a while with Susan Kettering; there's a letter from her, asking when I'll come." Mrs.Lansing was a lady of strict conventional views, and she showed some disapproval.
"But you can hardly make visits yet!" "I don't see why I can't visit Susan.