“You mightn't like them.”
“But if they would do me good?”
“What should I want to do you good for?”
“That's true,” sighed Bessie, thoughtfully.
“People—folks—”
“Thank you so much!”
“Don't try to do each other good, unless they're cranks like Lancaster, or bores like Mrs. Bevidge—”
“You belong to the analytical school of Seniors! Go on!”
“That's all,” said Jeff.
“And you don't think I've tried to do you good?”