"How dim it grows! Well, we are really out now in the big world! It is so good to be alone there with you," he added, touching her arm affectionately.
"Those cynical old-men-boys at Harvard bored me." "I don't bore you, then, George ?" "You!" He was very anxious to make her forget his roughness.

"Apart from my affection for you, mother," he said judicially, "I LIKE you.

I approve of you as I never probably shall approve of another woman.
Your peculiarities--the way your brown hair ripples back into that knot "-- surveying her critically.

"And the way you always look as if you had just come out of a bath, even on a grimy train; and your gowns, so simple--and rich.

I confess," he said gravely, "I can't always follow your unsteady little ideas when you talk.