The Walraven party, with plethoric purses, plunged into the midst of the gayety at once.
"I like this sort of thing," said Mollie to her guardian; "the theater, and the opera, and a ball, and two or three parties every night.

I like dancing until broad daylight, and going to bed at six in the morning, and getting up to breakfast at one.

I like matinees at three in the afternoon, and dinners with seventeen courses, and going to the White House, and shaking hands with the President, and sailing around the East Room, and having people point me out as the beauty of the season.

It's new and it's nice, and I never get tired, or pale, or limpy, like most of the girls.

I never enjoyed myself so much in my life, and you would say the same thing, guardy, only you're in your honey-moon, and not capable of enjoying anything." "But, Mollie," Mr.Walraven remonstrated, "it isn't right to flirt so much as you do.