Belle. Thank you, Jinny! Thank you!
[A little moved.
Grace. Mercy! I hope you're not going to take each one of us!
Jinny. I am, and come here, you're next!
Grace. I'll swear I don't want to get married at all!
Jinny. Don't be silly, you icicle! Of course you don't; you freeze all the men away, so that you've no idea how nice and comfy they can be! My advice to you, Grace darling,—and I love you, or I wouldn't bother,—is to thaw! [Laughs.] I used to be awfully jealous of you—
Grace. [Interrupting.] Oh!
Jinny. Yes, I was! You're lots prettier than I am.
Grace. Jinny!
Jinny. You are! But I got over it because I soon saw you were so cold, there was no danger of any conflagration near you! Oh, I've watched your eyes often to see if any man had lighted the fires in them yet. And now I'm determined they shall be lighted. You're too cold! Thaw, dear,—not to everybody,—that would be like slushy weather, but don't keep yourself so continually so far below zero that you won't have time to strike—well—say eighty-five in the shade, when the right bit of masculine sunshine does come along! Here—with my best love!