They're really very rich, and your one is lovely." "I'm sure I'm very much obliged to you," said I, "and we are to dine at the Towers next week, so I shall see the heiresses.

But suppose I take a fancy to the wrong one ?" "You can't have her," said Maria, laughing.
"I tell you she is for Leo, and she is very clever and strong-minded, which is just what he wants--a wife who can take care of him." "Oh, deliver me from a strong-minded lady!" I cried.

"Damer is quite welcome to her." "Your one isn't a bit strong-minded," said Maria.

"She is very pretty, but has no will of her own at all.

She leans completely on Frances; I don't know what she'll do when she marries, for they have been orphans since they were quite children, and have never lived apart for a week." At this point Polly broke in with even more warmth and directness of speech than usual, "Frances Chislett is the most superior girl I ever knew.