She didn't need to have had that baby!" "Helen, your idea of sin is to be found out," said Elinor, with satire.
Again Floss Dickerson dropped her trenchant personality into the breach.
"Aw, come off!" she ejaculated.

"Let somebody roast the men once, will you?
I'm the little Jane that _knows_, believe me.

All this talk about the girls going to hell makes me sick.

We may be going--and going in limousines--but it's the men who're stepping on the gas." "Floss, I love to hear you elocute," drawled Helen.

"Go to it! For God's sake, roast the men." "You always have to horn in," retorted Floss.