That's a good many, you know.
Forty-seven seasons of debutantes and mothers tend toward enlightenment.
Now there is Agatha Slade, poor girl! She's of a kind I know by heart.
With birth and beauty, she is perfectly helpless.

Her people are poor enough to be entitled to aid from the Charity Organisation, and they have had the indecency to present themselves with six daughters--six! All with delicate skins and delicate little noses and heavenly eyes.
Most men can't afford them, and they can't afford most men.

As soon as Agatha begins to go off a little, she will have to step aside, if she has not married.

The others must be allowed their chance.

Agatha has had the advertising of the illustrated papers this season, and she has gone well.