Violet, though she somewhat moved one foot, so as to seem to make room for the other, still went on with her play.
"If you do marry, Violet, you must choose some one man out of the lot." "That's quite true, my dear, I certainly can't marry them all." "And how do you mean to make the choice ?" "I don't know.

I suppose I shall toss up." "I wish you would be in earnest with me." "Well;--I will be in earnest.

I shall take the first that comes after I have quite made up my mind.

You'll think it very horrible, but that is really what I shall do.

After all, a husband is very much like a house or a horse.