She liked the young man very much as she would have liked a sugar-plum, and she thought it high time for her to be married, although she was scarcely turned twenty.

"Oh, well, ma," she said.

"Men don't grow on every bush, and Foster is real good-lookin', and maybe his salary will be raised." "You ain't lookin' very high," said her mother.
"No use in strainin' your neck for things out of your own sky," said Lillian, who had at times a shrewd sort of humor, inherited from her father.
"Harry Edgham would have been a better match for you," her mother said.
"Lord, I'd a good sight rather have Foster than another woman's leavin's," replied Lillian.

"Then there was Maria, too.

It would have been an awful job to dress her, and look out for her." "That's so," said her mother, "and then the two sets of children, too." Lillian colored and giggled.