And I have noticed that even worldly mammas find him eligible." The comment was not without its caustic side.
"That was months ago, my dear," protested Barbara, calmly.

"When he spoke to me--he told me it would be impossible for him to marry within a year.

And don't you see that a year may make him an abject beggar ?" "Naturally anything is preferable to a beggar," came in Peggy's clear, soft voice.
Barbara hesitated only a moment.
"Well, you must admit, Miss Gray, that it shows a shameful lack of character.

How could any girl be happy with a man like that?
And, after all, one must look out for one's own fate." "Undoubtedly," replied Peggy, but many thoughts were dashing through her brain.
"Shall we turn back to the cottage ?" she said, after an awkward silence.
"You certainly don't approve of Mr.Brewster's conduct ?" Barbara did not like to be placed in the wrong, and felt that she must endeavor to justify herself.

"He is the most reckless of spend-thrifts, we know, and he probably indulges in even less respectable excitement." Peggy was not tall, but she carried her head at this moment as though she were in the habit of looking down on the world.
"Aren't you going a little too far, Miss Drew ?" she asked placidly.
"It is not only New York that laughs at his Quixotic transactions," Barbara persisted.