If you girls would like to go we'll telephone for seats." Katie paused in the eating of a peach.

"Thank you, Wayne, but I have an idea--just a vague sort of idea--that Ann would not care especially for that." "She's probably right," said Wayne, returning with relief to the blue prints.
Katie's sporting blood was up.

Ann was to be Ann.

Never in her life had she been so fascinated with anything as with this creation of an Ann.
"I have prepared a place for her," she mused, over the untucking of the softest of rose pink muslins.

"I have prepared for her a family and a temperament and a sorrow and all that a young woman could most desire.