"You are only a girl at best, or something of a boy-girl at worst, and yet you have, or think you have, got into those places which are reserved for the old-timers in life's scramble.

You talk like an ancient dame." Kitty smiled, but her eyes had a slumbering look as if she was half dreaming.

"That's the mistake most of you make--men and women.

There's such a thing as instinct, and there's such a thing as keeping your eyes open." "What did Mrs.Crozier say when you told her about opening that five-year-old letter?
Did she hate you ?" Kitty nodded with wistful whimsicality.

"For a minute she was like an industrious hornet.