"I've known all about her for some time.

She has been thinking young men were in love with her, when they never had an idea of such a thing, ever since she was so high." Sylvia indicated by her out-stretched hand a point about a foot and a half from the floor.
"It seems as if she must have had some reason sometimes," said Rose, with an impulse of loyalty towards the other girl.

"She is very pretty." "As far as I know, no young man in East Westland has ever thought of marrying her," said Sylvia.

"I think myself they are afraid of her.
It doesn't do for a girl to act too anxious to get married.

She just cuts her own nose off." "I have never seen her do anything unbecoming," began Rose; then she stopped, for Lucy's expression, which had caused a revolt in her, was directly within her mental vision.
It seemed as if Sylvia interpreted her thought.