"Yes, I suppose, in a sense...."
"Anna, there's just one way to keep 'em going: don't marry! Well, you see for yourself how it is."
"Yes, but it seems kind of dreadful to put it that way, don't it?"
"Dreadful? Oh, yes. Yes, of course it's dreadful. Still, it's rather nice."
"M-m-m," murmured Anna.
The philosophy of man's pursuit proved baffling. Here were two sisters who knew its bitters and its sweets. Yet it is doubtful if for either the bitter was all bitter and the sweet all sweet....
Hilda and Leslie came back from the tennis tournament. They were hot and in high spirits.
"Who won?" asked Mrs. Needham cheerily.
"We did, mama!"
"Three cheers!" cried Miss Whitcom, sitting up enthusiastically in the hammock.