"I don't agree with you," answered Olive. "Strength shows itself in many forms. Miss O'Hara is pretty.""Oh, never mind about bed—I'm not the least sleepy."
"No. You are to take off that unsuitable afternoon costume you are now wearing, and put on a neat print dress for your morning work."
"What do you mean, Olive?" Olive turned and looked at Janet.
"Yes, you ought. I'm going to give you a lovely description. Papa has had his dinner, and he's pacing up and down on the walk which hangs over the lake. He is smoking a meerschaum pipe, and the dogs are with him."
Bridget moved restlessly. She looked out of the window. The sun was shining brilliantly, and the grass under the big shady trees looked particularly inviting.
"Now, Marshall, what is it? How fussy and important you look!"
"I do, my love. But your truest happiness is not secured by giving you your own way in everything."