The rector thinks that I'll marry him and turn pious and take to Dorcas societies, and Jim Halloween thinks I'll marry him and grow thrifty and take to turkey raising--and you believe in the bottom of your heart that in the end I'll fall into your arms and find happiness with your mother.

But you're wrong--all--all--and I shan't do any of the things you expect of me.

I am going to stay here as long as grandfather lives, so I can take care of him, and then I'll run off somewhere to the city and trim hats for a living.

When I was at school in Applegate I trimmed hats for all of the pupils." "Oh, Molly, Molly, I'll not give you up! Some day you'll see things differently." "Never--never.

Now, I've warned you and it isn't my fault if you keep on after this." "But you do like me a little, haven't you said so ?" Her frown deepened.
"Yes, I do like you--a little." "Then I'll keep on hoping, anyhow." Her smile came back, but this time it had grown mocking.
"No, you mustn't hope," she answered, "at least," she corrected provokingly, "you mustn't hope--too hard." "I'll hope as hard as the devil, darling--and, Molly, if you marry me, you know, you won't have to live with my mother." "I like that, even though I'm not going to marry you." "Come here," he drew her toward the door, "and I'll show you where our house will stand.