“Oh, come, now, not all that time! It isn't done.”
“You d-don't underthtand—I'm going to find my plathe in the world—I don't belong here.”
“All right. Can I go 'long?”
“No; you stay here. I'm—oh, don't you thee—I'm leaving you!”
“Oh, that's it?”
“You'll have the girls to amuse you—”
“What girls?”
“Iva and Lotta and Daisy and May Young—”
“They're not girls—they're married women—”
“What!”