A woman can be anything the man who loves her would have her be.
Two is the beginning of the end.
That is ever the way. Tis all jealousy to the bride and good wishes to the corpse.
You see, dear, it is not true that woman was made from man's rib; she was made from his funny bone.
Odd things happen to all of us on our way through life without our noticing for a time that they have happened.
Again came that ringing crow, and Peter dropped in front of them. "Greeting, boys," he cried, and mechanically they saluted, and then again was silence. He frowned. "I am back," he said hotly, "why do you not cheer?