"You mustn't. You must be frivolous."

Two deeply-burrowing dimples fastened the clean skin tightly over the
bulge of Miriam's smile.

"And marry a German professor," she intoned blithely.

"Don't--don't for _goodney_ say that before mother, Miriam."

"D'you mean she minds me going?"

"My _dear!_"

Why did Eve use her cross voice?--stupid . . . "for goodness' sake," not
"for goodney." Silly of Eve to talk slang. . . .

"All right. I won't."

"Won't marry a German professor, or won't tell mother, do you mean? . .
. Oo--Crumbs! My old cake in the oven!" Harriett hopped to the door.

"Funny Harriett taking to cookery. It doesn't seem a bit like her."

"She'll have to do something--so shall I, I s'pose."

"It seems awful."

"We shall simply have to."