“I wish I knew when you were serious and when you were fooling.”
“I am often as serious when I am fooling as I am foolish when I am serious....”
“Nora, you will have me shrieking in a minute!” despaired the mother. “Did the colonel really propose to you?”
“Only in fun.”
Celeste laughed and threw her arm around the mother’s waist, less ample than substantial. “Don’t you care! Nora is being pursued by little devils and is venting her spite on us.”
“There’ll be too much Burgundy and tobacco, to say nothing of the awful stories.”
“With the good old padre there? Hardly,” said Nora.
Celeste was a French woman. “I confess that I like a good story that isn’t vulgar. And none of them look like men who would stoop to vulgarity.”
“That’s about all you know of men,” declared Mrs. Harrigan.
“I am willing to give them the benefit of a doubt.”