If Mother's going to want me to be Mary, and Father's going to want me to be Marie, how am I going to know what anybody wants, ever?
Besides, it was getting to be such a beautiful love story--Father and Cousin Grace.

And now-- But let me tell you what happened.
It was last night.

We were on the piazza, Father, Cousin Grace, and I.And I was thinking how perfectly lovely it was that Father _was_ there, and that he was getting to be so nice and folksy, and how I _did_ hope it would last, even after he'd married her, and not have any of that incompatibility stuff come into it.

Well, just then she got up and went into the house for something--Cousin Grace, I mean--and all of a sudden I determined to tell Father how glad I was, about him and Cousin Grace; and how I hoped it would last--having him out there with us, and all that.

And I told him.
I don't remember what I said exactly.