Heaven knows my intentions are child-like.

I liked her because she's the sort of girl you can take anywhere and not queer yourself if you collide with your fiancee--visiting relative from 'Frisco, you know.

She's equipped to impersonate anything from the younger set to the prune and pickle class." "She certainly is a looker," nodded Annan.
"She can deliver the cultivated goods, too, and make a perfectly good play at the unsophisticated intellectual," said Ogilvy with conviction.
"And it's a rare combination to find a dream that looks as real at the Opera as it does in a lobster palace.

But she's no socialist, Harry--she'll ride in a taxi with you and sit up half the night with you, but it's nix for getting closer, and the frozen Fownes for the chaste embrace--that's all." "She's a curious kind of girl," mused Burleson;--"seems perfectly willing to go about with you;--enjoys it like one of those bread-and-butter objects that the department shops call a 'Miss.'" Annan said: "The girl is unusual, everyway.

You don't know where to place her.