They all talked at once.

"Hear the latest, Marg ?" "Look at Helen's spiffy suit!" "Oh, money, money, what it will buy!" "Money'll never buy _me_, I'll say." "Marg, who's been fermentin' round lately?
Girls, get wise to the flowers." "Hot dog! See Marg blush! That comes from being so pale.

What are rouge and lip-stick and powder for but to hide truth from our masculine pursuers ?" "Floss, you haven't blushed for a million years." It was Dorothy Dalrymple who silenced the idle badinage.
"Marg, you rummaging in the past ?" she cried.
"Yes, and I love it," replied Margaret.

"I haven't looked over this stuff for years.

Just to remember the things I did!...