My, but the mother of a family like ours is never short of a lot of things to think of! I had a new one myself.

Now what do you suppose there was about that man?
Of course after having lived all her life with father and Laddie, Shelley would know how a man should look, and act to be right; and this one must have been right to make her bloom out in winter the way other things do in spring; and now what could be wrong?
Maybe city girls were prettier than Shelley.

But all women were made alike on the outside, and that was as far as you could see.

You couldn't find out whether they had pure blood, true hearts, or clean souls.

No girl could be so very much prettier than Shelley; they simply were not made that way.