I sha'n't ever let Mabel get married, I think.

But she'll have to stay a little girl always in that case, for I certainly won't have her an old maid." "What do you know about old maids, midget ?" asked Clover.
"Why, Miss Clover, I have seen lots of them.

There was that one at the Pension Suisse; you remember, Tanta?
And the two on the steamer when we came home.

And there's Miss Fitz who made my blue frock; Ellen said she was a regular old maid.

I never mean to let Mabel be like that." "I don't think there's the least danger," remarked Katy, glancing at the inseparable Mabel, who was perched on Amy's arm, and who did not look a day older than she had done eighteen months previously.