"The vows are much the same."
"Well, people ought not to make vows till they are ready to keep them—ought they?"
"Certainly they should not."
"Well——"
"My dear, it is a very bad habit to begin every sentence with a 'well.' You do it constantly."
"Well, Aunt Candy——"
"There!" exclaimed Clarissa. "Again."
"Well, I don't care," said Maria. "I can't help it. I don't know when I do it. I was going to ask—and you put everything out of my head.—Aunt Candy, do you think Clarissa has given up, really, the pomps and vanities and all that, you know? She spent twenty-four dollars, I heard her say, on the trimming of that muslin dress; and she bought a parasol the other day for ten dollars, when one for three would have done perfectly well; and she pays always twelve dollars for her boots, twelve and ten dollars; when she could get nice ones for four and five. Now what's that?"
"It's impertinence," said Clarissa. "And untruth; for the four and five dollar boots hurt my feet."
"They are exactly the same," said Maria; "except the kid and the trimming and the beautiful making."