I'd rather live on bread and water in a log cabin with the man I loved than in a palace with an estimable, unimpeachable gentleman who gave me the shivers every time he came into the room." And it was just after she said this that I interrupted.

I was right in plain, sight in the window-seat reading; but I guess they'd forgotten I was there, for they both jumped a lot when I spoke.

And yet I'll leave it to you if what I said wasn't perfectly natural.
"Of course, you would, Mother!" I cried.

"And, anyhow, if you did marry the violinist, and you found out afterward you didn't like him, that wouldn't matter a mite, for you could _un_marry him at any time, just as you did Father, and--" But they wouldn't let me finish.

They wouldn't let me say anything more.