"I suppose you've brought lots of girls here before me." "A glorious army," said Pete, "the matron and the maid.

You ought to see my mother in a museum.

She's lost before she gets well inside the turnstile." But Mathilde was thinking.
"How strange it is," she observed, "that I never should have thought before about your caring for any one else.

Pete, did you ever ask any one else to marry you ?" Wayne nodded.
"Yes; when I was in college.

I asked a girl to marry me.