"You told me what kind of a girl I am.

You seemed to think you'd taken quite a fancy to me from the very first." "So I did," he agreed, heartily.
"But how quickly you forgot it!" "Oh, no.

I only want YOU to say what kind of a girl you are." She mocked him.

"'I don't know; I've often wondered!' What kind of a girl does Mildred tell you I am?
What has she said about me since she told you I was 'a Miss Adams ?'" "I don't know; I haven't asked her." "Then DON'T ask her," Alice said, quickly.
"Why ?" "Because she's such a perfect creature and I'm such an imperfect one.
Perfect creatures have the most perfect way of ruining the imperfect ones." "But then they wouldn't be perfect.

Not if they----" "Oh, yes, they remain perfectly perfect," she assured him.