You've got so much real good hard sense about things.

If your confounded Aunt Lizzie--Elizabeth, I should say--would let us get married as we want--Hang it all, Grace, it's our affair anyhow, isn't it?
Why should we permit her to dictate?
It's not her wedding.

She's been married twice; why can't she let well enough alone ?" "She loves me, Hugh, after all," gently.
"Well, so do I.I'm willing--not perfectly willing, of course--but reasonably so, that we should wait until the twenty-third of May, but I don't see why we should have the whole town waiting with us.

Why don't you assert yourself, dear, before it is too late?
Once she pulls off this announcement party, it's all off with peace of mind and contentment so far as we are concerned.

Of course, she'll be enjoying it, but what of us?
Are you afraid of her ?" "Don't bully me, Hugh," she pleaded.