Oh, mother! I am so happy at having her with me!" To reread just these simple things caused the suggestion of things not comfortably normal to melt away.

Mrs.Vanderpoel sat down at a sunny window with her lap full of letters, and forgot Milly Bowen's floundering.
When Mr.Vanderpoel reached his office and glanced at his carefully arranged morning's mail, Mr.Germen saw him smile at the sight of the envelopes addressed in his daughter's hand.

He sat down to read them at once, and, as he read, the smile of welcome became a shrewd and deeply interested one.
"She has undertaken a good-sized contract," he was saying to himself, "and she's to be trusted to see it through.

It is rather fine, the way she manages to combine emotions and romance and sentiments with practical good business, without letting one interfere with the other.
It's none of it bad business this, as the estate is entailed, and the boy is Rosy's.

It's good business." This was what Betty had written to her father in New York from Stornham Court.
"The things I am beginning to do, it would be impossible for me to resist doing, and it would certainly be impossible for you.