It has worried me." "Why worry, my dear Walter?
Is it really worth troubling over?
I'm only a girl, and, as such, am allowed vagaries of nerves--and all that.

I simply didn't want to come, that's all." "Why ?" "Well, to tell you the truth, I hate the crowd we have staying in our house.

They are all mother's friends; and mother's friends are never mine, you know." He looked at her slim figure, so charming in its daintiness.

"What a dear little philosopher you've grown to be in a single year!" he declared.

"We shall have you quoting Friedrich Nietzsche next." "Well," she laughed, "if you would like me to quote him I can do so.