Come now, does she ?" "Yes, she does; but don't say a word to her, for she 'll never forgive my telling if she knew it." "I don't care for that; I don't like it, and I won't have it," said Tom, decidedly.
"You can't help yourself.

Half the girls do it, either paint or powder, darken their lashes with burnt hair-pins, or take cologne on lumps of sugar or belladonna to make their eyes bright.

Clara tried arsenic for her complexion, but her mother stopped it," said Fanny, betraying the secrets of the prison-house in the basest manner.
"I knew you girls were a set of humbugs, and very pretty ones, too, some of you, but I can't say I like to see you painted up like a lot of actresses," said Tom, with an air of disgust.
"I don't do anything of the sort, or need it, but Trix does; and having chosen her, you must abide your choice, for better or worse." "It has n't come to that yet," muttered Tom, as he lay down again with a rebellious air.
Maud's return put an end to these confidences, though Tom excited her curiosity by asking the mysterious question, "I say, Fan, is Polly up to that sort of thing ?" "No, she thinks it 's awful.

When she gets pale and dragged out she will probably change her mind." "I doubt it," said Tom.
"Polly says it is n't proper to talk secrets before people who ain't in 'em," observed Maud, with dignity.
"Do, for mercy sake, stop talking about Polly, I 'm sick to death of it," cried Fanny, snappishly.
"Hullo!" and Tom sat up to take a survey.

"I thought you were bosom friends, and as spoony as ever." "Well, I am fond of Polly, but I get tired of hearing Maud sing her praises everlastingly.