Did I have one on the _Miele_?
And yet I was the only woman on board.

There are only three things I am afraid of--bumble-bees, scarlet fever, and chaperones.

Ugh! the clucking, evil-minded monsters, finding wrong in everything, seeing sin in the most innocent actions, and suggesting sin--yes, causing sin--by their diseased imaginings." "Phew!" Sheldon leaned back from the table in mock fear.
"You needn't worry about your bread and butter," he ventured.

"If you fail at planting, you would be sure to succeed as a writer--novels with a purpose, you know." "I didn't think there were persons in the Solomons who needed such books," she retaliated.

"But you are certainly one--you and your custodians of virtue." He winced, but Joan rattled on with the platitudinous originality of youth.
"As if anything good were worth while when it has to be guarded and put in leg-irons and handcuffs in order to keep it good.