She seemed on surer ground; it was as if golf had given her a passport.

From her place in the garden with her cousin, Ann's laugh came down to them from time to time--just a girl's happy laugh.
"Who is your stunning friend, Katie ?" Fred asked.

"No, stunning doesn't fit her, but lovely.

She is lovely, isn't she ?" "Ann's very pretty," said Kate shortly.
"Oh--pretty," he laughed, "that won't do at all.

So many girls are pretty, and I never saw any girl just like her." Again she was vaguely uneasy, and the uneasiness irritated her, and then she was ashamed of the irritation.