They say there's room for more'n one sort of girl there." "All towns are beastly places, Wilmet." Again her rogue's eyes gleamed.

"I don' know so much about that, Mr.
Derek.

I'm going where I won't be chivied about and pointed at, like what I am here." "Your dad's stuck to you; you ought to stick to him." "Ah, Dad! He's losin' his place for me, but that don't stop his tongue at home.

'Tis no use to nag me--nag me.

Suppose one of m'lady's daughters had a bit of fun--they say there's lots as do--I've heard tales--there'd be none comin' to chase her out of her home.