"So mamma you may as well resign yourself to the situation.

It's no good finding fault or objecting," she added with a laugh.
"Take your own way, then," returned her mother indifferently, "but remember there'll be no more new dresses this season." "Dear me, why aren't we as rich as the Travillas ?" pouted Isadore.

"I do think things are very unequally divided in this world." "Never mind; the wheel of fortune often takes a turn," said her mother.
"You may have money left you some day (some of your father's relations are still rich), and you may make a grand match." "How long will it take you girls to don your finery ?" ask Cal, pulling out his watch.

"We'd better start as soon as we can: the sun will be getting hot." "I'm done," said Molly, jumping up, "and I'll be ready by the time the carriage can be brought to the door.

Come Isa and Virgy, you've eaten enough.