There are as many different points of view as there are people....

Well, if this girl happened to have a new frock, and a new beau to show it to, she'd say, 'I'm the happiest girl in the world.' But she is nothing of the kind.

Only she doesn't know that.

She approaches marriage, or, for that matter, a more matured life, having had too much, having been too well taken care of, knowing too much.

Her masculine satellites--father, brothers, uncles, friends, lovers--all utterly spoil her.