"Don't mention it, Peggy. Do you realize what happened to me?"
"You shook hands with that boy, you mean. I tried to warn you, but it was all over before I could even cough."
"I know it, and I had been fortifying myself all summer long against doing anything like that."
"Well, you won't have to remain in suspense like me."
"Maybe it's Tom for you, after all."
"No, I know it isn't. That's a nice boy, though. It would be funny if you really did grow up and marry him."
"I'd rather marry somebody that I knew a little better."
"Well, if you do marry him, you will know him better, that's one comfort. How's your brother?"
"He's pretty good. He—he——Oh, he's the best we could hope for him to be."
"He's awfully handsome. Do you know what's happened over at my house? My sister is getting ready to marry a man she isn't even on speaking terms with. They had some kind of a ruction last night about the war or something. He drove down, meaning to stay two or three days, and they had this row, and he just turned around and went back. Meantime, we merrily make trousseau and wedding chest."