"Well, take it from me, he'd be unhappier if he got Ellen."
Rosie paused a moment. "Say, Terry, is she worse since she's got a job?"
Terry answered shortly: "She's the limit! She's making a bigger fool than ever of ma. Wait till you see her tonight."
"I don't want to see her. She always rubs me the wrong way and makes me say things I don't want to say. But I do want to see poor old Jarge.... Say, Terry, don't it beat all the way a good sensible fellow like Jarge goes crazy over a girl like Ellen? How do you account for it?"
Terry shook his head. "Search me."
"They always do," Rosie continued.
"Well, I tell you one thing, Rosie: I be blamed if ever I fall in love with a girl that ain't nice!" Fourteen years old looked out upon the world firmly and resolutely. "Not on your life!"
"I wouldn't either, Terry, if I was you! 'Tain't sensible!" And twelve years old shook her head sagely.