One of the young women I had in mind was Gussie, the cloak-finisher mentioned above, who saved for a marriage portion too energetically to make a marriage. She was a good girl, and no fool, either, and I thought to myself that she would make me a good wife, even if she was plain and had a washed-out appearance and was none too young. I was too passionately in love with my prospective alma mater to care whether I could love my fiancée or not
"I have a fellow for you," I said to Gussie, under the guise of pleasantry, meeting her in the street one day. "Something fine."
"Who is it—yourself?" she asked, quickly
"You have guessed it right."
"Have I? Then tell your fellow to go to all the black devils."
"Why?"
"Because."
"If I could go to college—"
"You want me to pay your bills, do you?"
"Wouldn't you like to be the wife of a doctor? You would take rides in my carriage—"