I ain't even talking about Mary a year ago, wearing dark glasses, but still having a good chanct in the store.
What I'm talking about now is Mary Warren down and out, with not even eyes to see with, and no money back of her, and no place to _go_.

What are you going to _do_, Sis?
that's all.

In my case--believe me, if I lose my chanct at this man, Charlie Dorenwald, I'm going to find another some time.
"It's fifty-fifty if either of us, or any girl, would get along all right with a husband if we _could_ get one--it's no cinch.

And now, women getting plentier and plentier, and men still scarcer and scarcer, it's sure tough times for a girl that hasn't eyes nor anything to get work with, or get married with." "Annie!" said her companion.

"I wish you wouldn't!" "Well, I wasn't thinking how I talked, Sis," said Annie, reaching out a hand to pat the white one on the chair arm.