You've got your heart set on--" "But papa, I'd just as soon go there some other--" "No--I won't have it.

You are a good hard-working darling child, and your father is not the man to disappoint you when you--" "But papa, I--" "Go along, I won't hear a word.

We'll get along, dear." Gwendolen was ready to cry with venation.

But there was nothing to do but start; which she was about to do when her father hit upon an idea which filled him with delight because it so deftly covered all the difficulties of the situation and made things smooth and satisfactory: "I've got it, my love, so that you won't be robbed of your holiday and at the same time we'll be pretty satisfactorily fixed for a good time here.
You send Belle Thompson here--perfectly beautiful creature, Tracy, perfectly beautiful; I want you to see that girl; why, you'll just go mad; you'll go mad inside of a minute; yes, you send her right along, Gwendolen, and tell her--why, she's gone!" He turned--she was already passing out at the gate.

He muttered, "I wonder what's the matter; I don't know what her mouth's doing, but I think her shoulders are swearing.