"_I_ had a house of dreams once--but it was a palace," she added, with a laugh, the sweetness of which was marred by a little note of derision.
"Oh, I once dreamed of a palace, too," said Anne.

"I suppose all girls do.

And then we settle down contentedly in eight-room houses that seem to fulfill all the desires of our hearts--because our prince is there.
YOU should have had your palace really, though--you are so beautiful.
You MUST let me say it--it has to be said--I'm nearly bursting with admiration.

You are the loveliest thing I ever saw, Mrs.Moore." "If we are to be friends you must call me Leslie," said the other with an odd passion.
"Of course I will.

And MY friends call me Anne." "I suppose I am beautiful," Leslie went on, looking stormily out to sea.