"About the--a--family ?" "Well," Mitchy smiled, "about its ramifications.

This young lady has a tremendous friendship--and in short it's all very complicated." "My dear Nanda," said Vanderbank, "it's all very simple.

Don't believe a word of anything of the sort." He had spoken as with the intention of a large vague optimism; but there was plainly something in the girl that would always make for lucidity.
"Do you mean about Carrie Donner?
I DON'T believe it, and at any rate I don't think it's any one's business.

I shouldn't have a very high opinion of a person who would give up a friend." She stopped short with the sense apparent that she was saying more than she meant, though, strangely, as if it had been an effect of her type and of her voice, there was neither pertness nor passion in the profession she had just made.

Curiously wanting as she seemed both in timidity and in levity, she was to a certainty not self-conscious--she was extraordinarily simple.