"Put it out of your head.

To me Miss Bolton (it is really ridiculous to call her Miss anything; she ought to be Betty, or Lizzie, or Lily, or whatever her name is, to everyone at her age)--to me she seems nothing but a baby--and--I _hate_ babies!" "Marian has taught you!" Says his mother, with a sneer.

"_She_ certainly is not a baby, whatever else she may be.

But I tell you this, Maurice, that you will hate far more being left a beggar in the world, without enough money to keep yourself alive." "I am sure I can keep myself alive." "Yes, but how?
_You_, who have been petted and pampered all your life ?" "Oh, _don't_ speak to me as if I were in the cradle!" says Maurice, with a shrug.
"Do you never think ?" "Sometimes".
"Oh yes, of Marian.

That designing woman! Do you believe _I_ haven't read her, if you are still blind?
She will hold you on and on and on.