oney."

"I wish we had a quarter of only one million. We should be happy, and
free from care."

"Why does Antony want to be engaged when he is going away for a year?
A girl would not wait that long for him, unless she were awfully in
love--or had no other offer."

"Well, Rose, it is funny, and presumptuous, and impatient, and
thoroughly manlike, but this lover of yours wants to be married at
once and take you to Europe with him. I suppose he thinks you will
make a very lovely bride, and so add to his eclat."

"Nothing as selfish as that ever entered Antony's head, I am sure. He
is not mean or conceited; he is just troublesome and interfering. I
suppose I would make a lovely bride!"

"An exquisite one."

"Some people think brides ought not to wear diamonds."

"Diamonds and white satin would be the proper thing for you. I dare
say you could outshine any bride that ever knelt in Grace Church, if
you wished to do so; but there are lots of things that go to a wedding
besides white satin and diamonds. I must go and talk with Madame
Celeste about her bill. It is shameful! It is simply outrageous! Will
you drive with me? You were saying you wanted a new pair of dancing
shoes. We can get them if they are really necessary; if not, Rose, I
must ask you to do without them; our shoe bill is already frightening
me."

"I do need them, mamma; but I shall not go out this morning; I have a
slight headache, and I want to think a little."

Mrs. Filmer then rose in a hurried, preoccupied manner, but at the
door she turned, and with her eyes still on her shopping list said,
"Do not wait lunch for me. I may go into Cousin Martha's for lunch. I
shall be near her house; and, Rose, I would not read much; your eyes
look like one of your bad headaches."

"Mamma cares for nothing but the house and the bills!" thought Rose,
as the parlor door closed upon her. "One would imagine such an offer
as Antony's was worth a little talking about. But she always did
dislike Antony--from the first--and I am sure I do not know why,
unless because he is Yanna's brother. Well, Yanna is tiresome; that is
the truth! No wonder mamma does not like her. And what Harry sees in
such a cold, stately, pious girl, I cannot understand! I think I will
go and make myself look a little pretty. One likes to leave a fine
impression, even on a lover that is to be refused. But shall I say
'No' to Antony? To have millions of money! and diamonds to my heart's
content! a