"And what, sweetheart, may the New Idea Home be ?" "Oh, it's an idea of Mrs.Hind-Willet's about caring for wayward girls.
Mrs.Willet thinks that it is cruel and silly to send them into virtual imprisonment, to punish them and watch them and confront them at every turn with threats and the merciless routine of discipline.

She thinks that the thing to do is to give them a chance for sensible and normal happiness; not to segregate them one side of a dead line; not to treat them like criminals to be watched and doubted and suspected." She linked her arms around his neck, interested, earnest, sure of his sympathy and approval: "We want to build a school in the country--two schools, one for girls who have misbehaved, one for youths who are similarly delinquent.

And, during recreation, we mean to let them meet in a natural manner--play games together, dance, mingle out of doors in a wholesome and innocent way--of course, under necessary and sympathetic supervision--and learn a healthy consideration and respect for one another which the squalid, crowded, irresponsible conditions of their former street life in the slums and tenements made utterly impossible." He looked into the pretty, eager face with its honest, beautiful eyes and sensitive mouth--and touched his lips to her hair.
"It sounds fine, sweetheart," he said: "and I won't be lonely if you go to the Plaza and settle the affairs of this topsy-turvy world....

Do you love me ?" "Louis! Can you ask ?" "I do ask." She smiled, faintly; then her young face grew serious, and a hint of passion darkened her eyes as her arms tightened around his neck and her lips met his.
"All I care for in the world, or out of it, is you, Louis.

If I find pleasure in anything it is because of you; if I take a little pride in having people like me, it is only for your sake--for the sake of the pride you may feel in having others find me agreeable and desirable.