“That is really such a simple question that there is only one answer possible,” said the girl with the dimple in her chin.
“And that is—”
“Be born rich.”
“But, suppose you have neglected that qualification,” persisted the girl with the eyeglasses.
“Learn to cook; but never let him taste the result of your cookery,” said the blue-eyed girl.
“Yes—or wear his college colors,” said the girl with the classic profile.
“Let him do all the talking,” said the brown-eyed blonde.
“Praise the shape of his head—no matter what it may be,” said the president. “I wouldn’t tell anybody that,” she added, reflectively, “only that two fortune tellers and a palmist have assured me that my husband will outlive me.”
“Mr. Bonds has a very well-shaped head,” observed the girl with the eyeglasses, “a little long perhaps, but—”
“The rotundity of his pocketbook over-balances that,” broke in the girl with the dimple in her chin.