'What does it mean, Ursula ?' Jill would say, opening her big black eyes as widely as possible: 'I do not understand.

Mr.Erskine has been telling us that we ought to renounce the world and our own wills, and not to follow the multitude to do foolishness, and all the afternoon mother and Sara having been talking about dresses for the fancy-ball.

Is there one religion for church and another for home?
Do we fold it up and put it away with our prayer-books in the little book-cupboard that father locks so carefully ?' finished Jill, with girlish scorn.
Poor Jill! she had a wide, generous nature, with great capabilities, but she was growing up in a chilling atmosphere.

Young girls are terribly honest; they dig down to the very root of things; they drag off the swathing cloths from the mummy face of conventionality.

What does it mean?
they ask.