What a round of gayety Molly's life is! She flits from flower to flower, so to speak; from me to cook and the jam-pots; from the jam-pots to some fresh delight in the loft, or in your society.

Life is one long feast to Molly.

Whatever that old impostor the Future may have in store for her, at any rate she is having a good time now." There was a shade of regretful sadness in Charles's voice that ruffled his aunt.
"The child is being ruined," she said, with resigned bitterness.
"Not a bit of it.

I was spoiled as a child, and look at me!" "You _are_ spoiled.

I don't spoil you; but other people do.