"I know it. So's Ruth. I bet she hates this. Just think, Elizabeth, if you marry a man it's not only for keeps, but it's for every day, all the time, whether he likes the things you loathe or not."
"Have you shaken hands with anybody yet, Peggy?"
"No, I haven't. Have you seen your future husband again?"
"I passed him on the street yesterday. I like a boy that really takes his hat off, instead of fumbling at it."
"Tom certainly takes his hat off—like a streak."
"Too much like a streak. Besides, he always wears a cap."
"I like caps," said Peggy.
"I don't. I like hats. Bob Stoddard had a hat even at the picnic."
"Look here, Elizabeth," Peggy said, seriously, "I hope you really won't get interested in that Stoddard boy. It would be kind of uncanny, and I should feel too awfully responsible."
"You didn't do anything about it."