So, as I said before, I don't see any chance of Father's having a love story to help out this book--not right away, anyhow.
As for _my_ love story--I don't see any chance of that's beginning, either.

Yet, seems as if there ought to be the beginning of it by this time--I'm going on fifteen.

Oh, there have been _beginnings_, lots of them--only Aunt Jane wouldn't let them go on and be endings, though I told her good and plain that I thought it perfectly all right; and I reminded her about the brook and river meeting where I stood, and all that.
But I couldn't make her see it at all.

She said, "Stuff and nonsense"-- and when Aunt Jane says _both_ stuff and nonsense I know there's nothing _doing_.

(Oh, dear, that's slang! Aunt Jane says she does wish I would eliminate the slang from my vocabulary.