You can't speculate on whether you'll marry a man until he asks you--your mind is biassed before then." "I don't believe you'd marry any one," said Sally.
"It's quite probable," she replied laconically.
Sally began to take off her hat again.

"I'm not going out with him," she said.

"I shall hate it." "Don't be foolish--put on that hat, and see what it's like to be proposed to by an earnest young gentleman on the banks of a river, at nine o'clock in the evening.

Go on--don't be foolish, Sally.

It does a woman good to be proposed to--teaches her manners--go on.