"My baby! It's like I can't realize it. So young!"
"He took the measure of my finger, mama, with a piece of string. A diamond, he says, not too flashy, but neat."
"We have 'em, and we suffer for 'em, and we lose 'em."
"He's going to trade in the flivver for a chummy roadster, and—"
"Oh, darling, it's like I can't bear it!"
At that Miss Coblenz sat back on her tall wooden heels, mauve spats crinkling.
"Well, you're a merry little future mother-in-law, momsie!"
"It ain't that, baby. I'm happy that my girl has got herself up in the world with a fine upright boy like Lester; only—you can't understand, babe, till you've got something of your own flesh and blood that belongs to you, that I—I couldn't feel anything except that a piece of my heart was going if—if it was a king you was marrying."
"Now, momsie, it's not like I was moving a thousand miles away. You can be glad I don't have to go far, to New York or to Cleveland, like Alma Yawitz."
"I am! I am!"