That's all there is about it, isn't it ?" "But nothing MUST distress you!" the mother cried.
"That's what I say!" said Mary, cheerfully.

"And so it doesn't.

It's all right." She rose and took her cloak over her arm, as if to go to her own room.

But on the way to the door she stopped, and stood leaning against the foot of the bed, contemplating a threadbare rug at her feet.
"Mother, you've told me a thousand times that it doesn't really matter whom a girl marries." "No, no!" Mrs.Vertrees protested.

"I never said such a--" "No, not in words; I mean what you MEANT.