"But you will have a hundred chances, Milly dear. Some of our friends are always going," added Clover comfortingly.
"Oh, don't trouble yourself," remarked Mildred with nonchalance. "I assure you I can go when I like," and she rose and sauntered into the house, followed by Hilda.
Clover laughed softly into the pink lips of a morning glory which she held in her hand.
"This may be very good fun for you," said Van Tassel, his unread paper dropped, "but let me tell you it is making an old man of me."
"Do your own way then, Jack, and live to repent of it."
"But I don't want to have to repent."
"Then behave as though you had some backbone. Remember Petruchio."
"Oh, that will do to say! Petruchio was married."
"All right. I wash my hands of you."
"No, no, don't, Clover."