There was almost a romance there, I think, before the Greggorys lost their money and moved away from all their friends." "Well, he may have her.

She's a nice girl--a mighty nice girl," answered Bertram, with the unmistakably satisfied air of the man who knows he himself possesses the nicest girl of them all.
Billy, reading unerringly the triumph in his voice, grew suddenly grave.

She regarded her husband with a thoughtful frown; then she drew a profound sigh.
"Whew!" laughed Bertram, whimsically.

"So soon as this ?" "Bertram!" Billy's voice was tragic.
"Yes, my love." The bridegroom pulled his face into sobriety; then Billy spoke, with solemn impressiveness.
"Bertram, I don't know a thing about--cooking--except what I've been learning in Rosa's cook-book this last week." Bertram laughed so loud that the man across the aisle glanced over the top of his paper surreptitiously.
"Rosa's cook-book! Is that what you were doing all this week ?" "Yes; that is--I tried so hard to learn something," stammered Billy.
"But I'm afraid I didn't--much; there were so many things for me to think of, you know, with only a week.

I believe I _could_ make peach fritters, though.