"Don't you sympathise with me, Jack, for wishing I had been a boy, to make my own way in the world, and have my own friends, and size things up for myself?"
"Seems to me you do size things up for yourself," said Jack rather crossly. "A great deal more than most men do."
"Yes, but I can't do things as I could if I were a man."
"What can a man do, then, more than a woman—that's worth doing?" asked Rackett.
"He can see the world, and love as he wishes to love, and work."
"No man can love as he wishes to love," said Rackett. "He's nearly always stumped, in the love game."
"But he can choose!" persisted Mary.
And Jack with his other ear was hearing Alec Rice's low voice persisting.
"Go on, Grace, you're not too young. You're just right. You're just the ticket now. Go on, let's be engaged and tell your Dad and fix it up. We're meant for one another, you know we are. Don't you think we're meant for one another?"
"I never thought about it that way, truly."