"What do girls want to do?" he asked, looking up from his writing.
"Be satisfied," laughed his wife.
"Did you go through that delusive period?"
"Was I not a girl?"
"And here's Prue growing up, to say some day that she isn't satisfied."
"No; to say some day that she is."
"When were you satisfied?"
"At what age? You will not believe that I was thirty-five, before I was satisfied with my life. And then I was satisfied, because I was willing for God to have his way with me. If it were not for that willingness, I shouldn't be satisfied yet."
"Then you can tell Marjorie not to wait until she is half of three score and ten before she gives herself up."
"Her will is more yielding than mine; she doesn't seek great things for herself."