I've brought you up with that end in view.

And it's imperative you marry soon." "Why must a girl marry ?" murmured Margaret, wistfulness in her voice.
"I'd rather go to work." "Margaret, you are a Maynard," replied her mother, haughtily.

"Pray spare me any of this new woman talk about liberty--equal rights--careers and all that.

Life hasn't changed for the conservative families of blood....

Try to understand, Margaret, that you must marry and marry well.