"I'm going to stop being so reckless.
Suppose my father were to lose all his money and I couldn't even come back to college next year?
I would, though.

I'd go and live with Ruth and borrow enough money of the Semper Fidelis Club to see me through my senior year.

Then, I suppose, I'd have to teach or something afterward.
I think it would be 'or something.' I don't believe teaching is my vocation." Grace listened in smiling silence to Arline's remarks.

A vision of the little blue-eyed golden-haired girl who always did exactly as she pleased in the prim guise of a teacher was infinitely diverting.
"You haven't answered my question about our girls yet," reminded Grace, as they walked down the center aisle of the larger of the two Overton stores, stopping frequently at the various counters to examine the display of holiday wares.
"Haven't you any suggestions ?" counter-questioned Arline.

"I have been depending on you for inspiration." "Nothing new or original," answered Grace doubtfully.