I told her about Abbie, for one thing, as much as I knew, and she seemed awfully interested--it was put on, I suppose, very likely; and yet she really did seem to mean it.

I remember she couldn't get over my forgetting Abbie's last name: she even told me to mention it the first time I wrote to her.

So queer of the old person." "No necessity for you to write, my dear," observed the professor at this point.

"I've been intending to do it myself for some time, and I'll thank her for her hospitality, and so forth." Cornelia nodded, yawned, and then allowed her eyes to wander around the room.
"How nice and cozy and home-like every thing does look! And so small.
Why, I should almost believe I was looking through the small end of the telescope, or something." "New York houses are so big, I suppose ?" said Sophie.
"Gracious, dear!" exclaimed Cornelia, laughing again.

"Why, the very cupboards are bigger than this whole house.