"I hate Toney's ostentatious lavishness. Mother says she will ruin the neighbourhood." Maud blushed.
"Oh, Jeanie, aren't we very horrid about Toney? I wish—— Well, anyhow, I shall go. Most likely they will have some great man, and you'll be sorry afterwards."
There was only one great man in Jeanie's estimation, and of course he wouldn't come to a private house.
"I want to work hard till I go away, so inferior concerts are waste of time."
"What's the good of all your work if mother hates you earning money. If you played at this concert it would do you good. I don't see why we shouldn't work like other poor people."
"Mother expects us to marry," said Jeanie, "but I never shall."
"Oh, Jeanie, I really believe you—still love Frank Weston!" Maud expected something dreadful to happen but only silence followed.
"You were just made for each other and he worshipped you."
"He's forgotten me now," said Jeanie bitterly.
"Of course he can't forget the—the snubbing he got."