But for two _young_ people to set out on life's journey with nothing to steer by--that would be madness!" "Ah! yes.

Margaret speaks like a book," says Mrs.Bethune, with an amused air; "Maurice, you see, is _so_ young, _so_ inexperienced----" "At all events, Tita is only a child." "Tita! Is that her name ?" "A pet name, I fancy.

Short for Titania; she is such a little thing." "Titania--Queen of the Fairies; I wonder if the original Titania's father dealt in buttons! Is it buttons, or soap, or tar?
You didn't say," says Mrs.Bethune, turning to Lady Rylton.
"I really don't know--and as it _has_ to be trade, I can't see that it matters," says Lady Rylton, frowning.
"Nothing matters, if you come to think of it," says Mrs.Bethune.
"Go on, Margaret--you were in the middle of a sermon; I dare say we shall endure to the end." "I was saying that Miss Bolton is only a child." "She is seventeen.

She told us about it last night at dinner.

Gave us month and day.