"Mother, are you out of your senses ?" he gasped.
"I don't know why I am," said she.
"Don't you know that Doctor Prescott would turn Lawrence out of house and home if he thought he was going to marry Elmira ?" "I guess she's good enough for him.

You can run down your own sister all you want to, Jerome Edwards." "I am not running her down.

I don't deny she's good enough for any man on earth, but not with the kind of goodness that counts.

Mother, don't you know that nothing but trouble can come to Elmira from this?
Lawrence Prescott can't marry her." "I'd like to know what you mean by trouble comin' to her," demanded his mother.

A hot red of shame and wrath flashed all over her little face and neck as she spoke, and Jerome, perceiving his mother's thought, blushed at that, and not at his own.
"I meant that he would have to leave her, and make her miserable in the end, and that is all I did mean," he said, indignantly.