Quality Street

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C. Scribner's sons, 1918 - Drama - 143 pages
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Page 21 - Even plain women, Phoebe, we can't help it; when we are young we have romantic ideas just as if we .were pretty. And so the wedding-gown was never used. } Long before it was finished I knew he would not offer, but I finished it, and then I put it away.
Page 143 - ... got rid of Livvy ! PHOEBE. Susan, his face hasn't changed ! VALENTINE. Dear Phoebe Throssel, will you . be Phoebe Brown ? PHOEBE (quivering). You know everything? And that I am not a garden ? VALENTINE. I know everything, ma'am — except that. PHOEBE (so very glad to be prim at the end). Sir, the dictates of my heart enjoin me to accept your too flattering offer.
Page 40 - What is algebra exactly; is it those three cornered things ? PHOEBE. It is x minus y equals z plus y and things like that. And all the time you are saying they are equal, you feel in your heart, why should they be.
Page 4 - WUloughby, alas, already wear caps ; but all the four are dear ladies, so refined that we ought not to be discussing them without a more formal introduction. There seems no sufficient reason why we should choose Miss Phoebe as our heroine rather than any one of the others, except, perhaps, that we like her name best. But we gave her the name, so we must support our choice and say that she is slightly the nicest, unless, indeed, Miss Susan is nicer.
Page 58 - Miss SUSAN. Fifteen years, and still you are hopeful? PATTY. There is not a more hopeful woman in all the king's dominions. Miss SUSAN. You who are so much older than Miss Phoebe. PATTY. Yes, ma'am, I ha' the advantage of her by ten years. Miss SUSAN. It would be idle to pretend that you are specially comely. PATTY. That may be, but my face is my own, and the more I see it in the glass the more it pleases me. I never look at it but I say to myself, "Who is to be the lucky man?
Page 40 - ... cry, ma'am; I love you, Miss Phoebe. (She seats him on her knee, and he thinks of a way to please her.) If any boy says you can't cane I will blood him, Miss Phoebe. (PHOEBE shudders, and MISS SUSAN again darts in. She signs to PHOEBE to send ARTHUR away.) MISS SUSAN (as soon as ARTHUR has gone). Phoebe, if a herring and a half cost three ha'pence, how many for elevenpence ? PHOEBE (instantly). Eleven. MISS SUSAN. William Smith says it is fifteen; and he is such a big boy, do you think I ought...

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