She had not much experience in love affairs, but she fancied that this one did not go very deep.
"You'll get over it," she consoled.

"And she wasn't a very nice girl, anyway.

Queenie always loathed her.

If Dad's had his nap, I'll go and tell him how I saw you in the Abbey.

I know it was a Tuesday, because I'd had my music lesson, and was taking the books that Dr.Linton left behind him." "Good! That's what's called proving an alibi.