Miss Miller is an exceedingly nice girl, I'm sure, but I don't think she is at all suited to my son.

She giggles at everything, and Henry is too sober-minded for that sort of a wife." "But marriage would probably cure her giggling," Witherspoon replied, slyly winking at Henry.

"To a certain kind of a girl there is nothing that so inspires a giggle as the prospect of marriage, but marriage itself is the greatest of all soberers--it sometimes removes all traces of the previous intoxication." "Now, George, what is the use of talking that way ?" She rarely called him George.

"You know as well as you know anything that I didn't giggle.

Of course I was lively enough, but I didn't go about giggling as Miss Miller does." "Oh, perhaps not exactly as Miss Miller does, but"-- "George!" "I say you didn't.