It is life which stirs life." "Do you think that there is no life in her veins, then ?" Zoe asked.
"If there is," he answered, "I do not think that I am the man to stir it." She drew a little sigh of content.
"You see," she said, "you are my first admirer, and I haven't the least desire to let you go." "Incredible!" he declared.
"But it is true," she answered earnestly.

"You would not have me talk to these boys who come and hang on at the stage-door.

The men to whom I have been introduced by the other girls have been very few, and they have not been very nice, and they have not cared for me and I have not cared for them.

I think," she said, disconsolately, "I am too small.

Every one to-day seems to like big women.