No one imagined for one moment that Aileen would ever do anything wrong.

She was too sensible, after all, too eager to get up in the world.

Why should she, when her life lay open and happy before her--a delightful love-match, some day soon, with some very eligible and satisfactory lover?
"When you marry, Aileen," her mother used to say to her, "we'll have a grand time here.

Sure we'll do the house over then, if we don't do it before.

Eddie will have to fix it up, or I'll do it meself.