"No; it's a terrible thing to admit, but I do not recognize you."
"Don't you remember Betty Lee?"
"Betty Lee? That homely little girl turned into a goddess? Small wonder that I didn't recognize you."
"My girl friends all say that I haven't changed a bit in ten years."
"Envy, malice, jealousy! But it is odd that you should recognize me and that Nancy Marsden should forget me."
"I used to detest you; we forget only those we loved."
Enter one of the pumpkins, a young fellow about twenty. Hang it, I was always being interrupted by some callow youth!
"Here's your confounded shoe, Bett. I've had a deuce of a time finding it." He tossed the slipper cavalierly into her lap.
"Young man," said I severely, "you will never succeed with the ladies."
"The lady happens to be my sister,"—haughtily.