A bunch of butter-cups and forget-me-nots was fastened to her girdle, and she had placed a few marguerites in her hair.
"Don't laugh at these poor things!" she said, deprecatingly.

"I'm so fond of flowers, and we find none growing wild in the cities, you know." Jane Merrick looked at her reflectively.
"How old are you, Louise," she asked.
"Just seventeen, Aunt." "I had forgotten you are so old as that.

Let me see; Elizabeth cannot be more than fifteen." "Elizabeth ?" "Elizabeth De Graf, your cousin.

She arrived at Elmhurst this morning, and will be your companion while you are here." "That is nice," said Louise.
"I hope you will be friends." "Why not, Aunt?
I haven't known much of my relations in the past, you know, so it pleases me to find an aunt and a cousin at the same time.
I am sure I shall love you both.

Let me fix your pillow--you do not seem comfortable.