- Her mother: Mother is very busy to-day, dear. We'll try to have a little chat, to-morrow.
- Gwendolyn: Why do my to-morrows never come?
- Gwendolyn: A school-room of my own is too big and lonesome. When my birthday comes, I can ask for what I like and it's going to be the Public School.
- Gwendolyn: I don't want to be shut up, in that old car! I hate riding! I hate the chauffeur! I want to walk on my feet!
- Title card: Empty hearts. Empty lives. Empty homes. Poor little rich girl.
- Title card: So they punished the poor little rich girl, for wanting to be a free little poor girl.
- Title card: The poor little rich girl's mother, whose social duties seem of more importance than the happiness of her child.
- Title card: Gwen's father, in his financial dilemma, is tempted to sell the old homestead.
- Gwendolyn's Father: The happiest years of our lives were spent there. It seems like sacrilege to dispose of it.
- The Doctor: Don't you remember me? I am the doctor who showed the stork where to bring you.
- Gwendolyn: Oh! Certainly. I remember you, now. I don't like doctors. They give little girls horrid medicine then cut out their appendix and charge their papas a thousand dollars.