"Why didn't you meet the competition and go to college?
You have brains, but you don't seem interested in anything but keeping amused." "I suppose," she answered petulantly, "it would please you to see me go to teaching a kindergarten or something like that.

Not for Marian! I'm going to see life--" and she added ruefully--"if I get the chance! Why doesn't papa leave Fraserville and come to the city?
They say he can have any political office he wants, and he ought to run for governor or something like that, just on my account." "I dare say he's just waiting for you to suggest it.

Why not the presidency?
You could get a lot of fun out of the White House, ordering the army around, and using the battleships to play with.

The governorship and trifles like that would only bore you." "Don't be silly.

The newspapers print most horrible things about papa--" "Which aren't true." "Of course they're newspaper lies; but if he lets them say all those things he ought to get something to pay for it.