“You’ll get over that in time, Miss Tenderfoot,” Sally went on; “boys are boys, and we’ll have to take ’em as they are, or we’ll die old maids.”
“Well, I’ll die an old maid then, before I’ll sacrifice my self-respect to get a beau. Respect and love go together. That’s what Aunt Betty used to say, and I believe every word of it.”
“My, how pretty you talk—jest like preachin’.”
“Well, I mean it.”
“Yes, but I don’t believe in bein’ so stiff with the boys that you drive ’em all away. And that’s what you’re doin’ with Dick. He’s a dandy fellow, too.”
“Yes, you’re right, he is a dandy.” Sally missed the double meaning.
“Well, you think a whole lot of him anyway.”
“I’d think a good deal more of him if he thought more of himself.”
“He’s conceited enough, if that’s what you want.”
“That’s just what I don’t want. Conceit and self-respect are two very different things.”