You see I can always keep an eye on the expenses," he hastened to add, and made a desperate clutch at her hand.
The red worsted mitten came off in his grasp, and he stood eyeing it ruefully while he waited for her answer.
"I've determined never, never to marry," she replied.
His chest heaved.

"I knew you felt that way about the other's but I thought somehow I was different," he rejoined.
"No, it's not the man, but marriage that I don't like," she responded, shaking her head.

"It's all work an' no play wherever I've seen it." "It's terrible for a woman to feel like that, an' goes against God an' nature," he answered.

"Have you ever tried prayin' over it ?" "No, I've never tried that, because you see, I don't really mind it very much.

Please give me my glove now, here is Judy's cottage." "But promise me first that you'll try prayin' over your state of mind, an' that I may go on hopin' that you will change it ?" Turning with her hand still outstretched for the glove, she glanced roguishly from his face to the shuttered window of the Hatch cottage.
"Oh, I don't mind your hoping," she answered, composing her expression to demureness, "if only you won't hope--very hard." Then, leaving him overwhelmed by his emotions, she tripped up the narrow walk, bordered by stunted rose-bushes, to the crumbling porch of Solomon's house.