"It wasn't years; it was—it was only weeks."
"What? An' they could get a grown woman like you?"
Violet tried to smile.
"How old do you think I am?" she asked.
Katie made what she considered a charitable reply.
"Twenty-five?"
"I'm not seventeen."
Katie began to busy herself about the room, and Carrie turned her head.
"Ah, well," said Katie, "you're tired out, an' it's 'most mornin'. We must all go to sleep now."
"I only put on long dresses in April," said Violet.