All of us were fussy, colicky babies from what she tells me. I wonder how it is,” she added, “that boys always make love so impertinently. ’ ‘We are not all of us so empty-headed, Melusine,’ pleaded Miss Froxfield. In a little while—to-morrow—all these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster.
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