Mattie still remained silent.
"After all the polishing you have had, my daughter, to let your mind run to such an unpolished young man.

Drag a family down when a family is going up, and there's the end of that family--with society I mean." Mrs.
Chapman tossed her head, and again returned to the mirror, saying as she viewed herself in it: "Drag a low bred fellow into a well bred family, I repeat, and down that family goes." "Well, well, my dear mother shall have it all her own way," replied Mattie, cheering up and assuming an air of indifference.

"Anything to relieve your anxiety, my dear mother.

How nice it would be to have a husband you admire so much, and to think that I obeyed your wishes in everything.

The fact is I had a very serious talk with Mr.Gusher yesterday--" "You didn't offend him with your eccentricities, I hope ?" Mrs.Chapman interrupted, enquiringly.