I--to tell the truth--if I had not rigorously drilled her--she might have become a trifle tiresome; I don't mean precisely frumpy--but one of those earnest young things whose intellectual conversation becomes a visitation--one of the wants-to-know-for-the-sake-of-knowledge sort--a dreadful human blotter! Oh, dear; show me a girl with her mind soaking up 'isms' and I'll show you a social failure with a wisp of hair on her cheek, who looks the dowdier the more expensively she's gowned." "So you believe you've got that wisp of copper-tinted hair tucked up snugly ?" asked Selwyn, amused.
"I--it's still a worry to me; at intervals she's inclined to let it slop.

Thank Heaven, I've made her spine permanently straight and her head is screwed properly to her neck.

There's not a slump to her from crown to heel--_I_ know, you know.

She's had specialists to forestall every blemish.

I made up my mind to do it; I'm doing it for my own babies.