I've seen a good deal of your work these last three years." "No.

I know what I can do.

I can write pretty, fanciful little sketches that children love and editors send welcome cheques for.

But I can do nothing big.

My only chance for earthly immortality is a corner in your Memoirs." Charlotta the Fourth had discarded the blue bows but her freckles were not noticeably less.
"I never did think I'd come down to marrying a Yankee, Miss Shirley, ma'am," she said.