Olive nodded, making little rings of smoke with the lips that were still so smooth and fresh—though she had a big girl of sixteen.
"It's because I'm so happy myself that I want you to be happy, too, darling," she murmured.
"It takes such different things to make different people happy, Olive, dear."
"Oh, love makes evwybody happy—while it lasts!"
"Yes—while it lasts."
Olive crushed out her cigarette thoughtfully. Then she said in a musing voice:
"Isn't it atwocious of it not to last?"
Sophy had to laugh out for all her sore heart.
"Very atrocious," she admitted.
"Just suppose one could contwol love," Olive continued, still in that musing voice. "What a divine place the world would be! Evwybody would be happy all the time, then. Nobody would be bored—nobody would divorce—nobody would be disagweeable."