Often she was successful, and always she enjoyed herself.
When she answered Pete's ring, and he looked up at her magnificent height, her dimples appeared in welcome.

She really was glad to see him.
"Come out and dine with me, Lily, and go to the theater." "Come to a meeting at Cooper Union on capital punishment.

I'm going to speak, and I'm going to be very good." "No, Lily; I want to explain to you what a pitiable sex you belong to.
You have no character, no will--" She shook her head, laughing.
"You are a personal lot, you young men," she said.

"You change your mind about women every day, according to how one of them treats you." "They don't amount to a row of pins, Lily." "Certainly some men select that kind, Pete." "O Lily," he answered, "don't talk to me like that! I want some one to tell me I'm perfect, and, strangely enough, no one will." "I will," she answered, with beaming good nature, "and I pretty near think so, too.

But I can't dine with you, Pete.