"There are just seventeen of us counting me!" she cried.

"I never knew such a strange coincidence in numbers." "If you save all your pennies till you have occasion for a dowry you'll have enough to buy a real pig," counselled Cornie wisely.
"More like a whole drove of them," laughed Mary.

"That time is so far off." "Not necessarily so far," was Cornie's answer.

"Sometimes it is only a few steps farther when you are seventeen.

Come on, before they turn out the lights on us." Mary stopped in the door to look back at the room in which they had spent such a jolly evening.