"But I don't want to be married. I sha'n't ever get married. Ugh! Besides, what's going on as I am done? I'm enjoying myself."
"Too much, I'm afraid," said her mother.
"I don't want to get married," Jenny repeated. "I don't see that you did much good to yourself by getting married. I think you threw yourself away. Everybody must have liked you when you was a girl, and you go and marry Dad. I think you were potty. And yet you want me to do the same. I can't understand people."
"Why couldn't you have been nicer to that young baker chap?"
"Young baker chap? Yes, then I woke up. Him! Why, he used to hang his shoulders up when he took off his coat. Besides, he's common."
"You're getting very dainty."
"Well, look at the men you want me to marry. Why—they're awful—like navvies half of them. Oh, don't carry on, mother. I know what I want."
"Jenny," said her mother sharply, "you haven't done anything wrong, have you?"
"Of course not."
"Don't do anything wrong, there's a good girl. I was very upset about Edie, but nothing to what I should be about you."