"Perhaps you haven't as much to deserve."
"I'm glad I don't deserve it. I want it to be all God's gift and his goodness."
"It is, dear."
"I wish we might take Marjorie with us," she said, after a moment; "she would have such an unalloyed good time."
"Any one else?"
"Mrs. Kemlo."
"Is that all?"
"There's Deborah."
"Prudence, you ought to be satisfied with me. You don't know how to be married."
"Suppose I wait twenty years longer and learn."