"I might be—if I ever get into the habit of thinkin' I was somethin' that I wasn't."
"You'll never be a snob, Beth, no matter how much money you have."
"I hope not," she said with a laugh. "My nose turns up enough already." And then, wistfully, "But I always did want a cerise veil."
"I've no doubt you'll get it, a cerise veil—mauve, green and blue ones too. I'll be having to keep an eye on you when you go to the city."
She eyed him gravely and then, "I don't like to hear you talk like that."
But he kept to his topic for the mere delight of hearing her replies.
"But then you might see somebody you liked better than me."
She smiled at him gently. "If I'd 'a' thought that I wouldn't 'a' picked you out in the first place."
"Then you did pick me out. When?"
"H-m. Wouldn't you like to know!"