I'm not worth it, you see, and if you take me for more than my value, and get disappointed afterward, the fault's not mine, but yours." Mr.Walraven looked at her in surprise.
"Rather a lengthy speech, isn't it, Mollie?
Suppose you leave off lecturing, and tell us where you've been for the last two weeks." "Where do you suppose I've been ?" "We can't suppose on such a question; it is impossible.

I desire you to tell us." "And if I don't, guardy ?" She looked up at him rather defiantly--seated on a low stool, her elfish chin in her elfish hand, her pretty little rose-bloom face peeping brightly out from the scented yellow curls.
"Mollie!" "Guardy, see here: it's of no use getting cross.

I can't tell you where I've been, because I don't know myself." "Mollie!" "It's true as preaching, guardy.

You know I don't tell fibs--except in fun.

I don't know where I was, and so I can't tell you, and I'd a good deal rather you wouldn't ask me." "Mollie!" "Oh, what's the use of Mollieing ?" cried the young lady, waxing impatient.