Edith gave a quick sigh of exasperation.
"Isn't it enough," she asked, "to have worked your nerves to a frazzle already?
Why can't you be sensible?
You've got to think of yourself a little!" "You'd like me to marry, wouldn't you, dear ?" her sister put in wearily.
"Yes, I should, while there is still time! Just now you look far from it! It's exactly as Allan was saying! If you keep on as you're going you'll be an old woman at thirty-five!" "Thank you!" said Deborah sharply.

Two spots of color leaped in her checks.
"You'd better leave me, Edith! I'll come up to the mountains as soon as I can! And I'll try not to look any more like a hag than I have to! Good-night!" Roger followed Edith out of the room.
"That last shot of mine struck home," she declared to him in triumph.
"I wouldn't have done it," her father said.

"I gave you that remark of Baird's in strict confidence, Edith--" "Now father," was her good-humored retort, "suppose you leave this matter to me.

I know just what I'm doing." "Well," he reflected uneasily, after she had left him, "here's more trouble in the family.

If Edith isn't careful she'll make a fine mess of this whole affair." After dinner he went up to Deborah's room, but through the open doorway he caught a glimpse of his daughter which made him instinctively draw back.
Sitting bolt upright in her bed, sternly she was eyeing herself in a small mirror in her hand.