"If you can't love a man as rich as Mr. Stafford, take my advice and go see a heart specialist."
"A girl can't love a man just because she wants to," replied Virginia with dignity. "Love doesn't go where it's sent; it goes where it pleases."
"That's right," interrupted Fanny. Turning to her fiancé she said: "You don't suppose I loved a fourteen-dollar-a-week shipping clerk because I wanted to, do you?"
Jimmie squirmed in his chair.
"What?" he exclaimed.
Quickly Fanny mended matters. With a conciliatory smile she added:
"I loved him just because I had to."
Immediately placated, the young man rose and, approaching his fiancée in a manner intended to suggest the tenderest sentiment, he stuttered:
"Same here. The first time I ever set eyes on you, Fanny, something inside o' me said: 'Me for her!'"
The girl laughed. Placing her hand over her heart, she said mockingly: