I loathe hot baths in tiny bathrooms, where the air gets all steamy and you can't get your breath.
Perhaps one thing the matter with you is that all the bathrooms you've been in lately were too small.

Of course, you didn't _know_ that was one thing the matter; like once at a dance I thought I was very sad about a man's dancing so much with another girl, a new girl--don't you loathe 'new girls' ?--but when I got home I found that one of my dress stays was digging into me and when I got my dress off I didn't feel half so broken up about the man." An odd thing happened; one thing struck away came back.

There was a light in the eyes telling that something human and understanding, something to link her to other things human, would like to come back.

She looked and listened as to something nearer.
Seeing it, Katie chattered on, against time, about nothing; foolish talk, heartless talk, it might even seem, to be pouring out to a girl who felt there was no place for her in life.

But it was nonsense carried by tenderness.