"Oh, Polly, you do look so beautiful!"
"Bother!"
"When you say that, and speak in that way, I think you as good as you are beautiful."
"Remember,—I don't say a word against what you call—gentlemen. I take 'em just as they come. Mr. Newton is a very nice young man."
"Are you going to take him, Polly?"
"How can I take him when he has never asked me? You are not my father, Mr. Moggs, not yet my uncle. What right have you to question me? If I was going to take him, I shouldn't want your leave."
"Polly, you ought to be honest."
"I am honest."
"Will you hear me, Polly?"
"No, I won't."