Then Anne will be herself again.

I wonder if Davy has come out of the closet yet." It was nine that night when their train reached Kingsport, and they found themselves in the blue-white glare of the crowded station.

Anne felt horribly bewildered, but a moment later she was seized by Priscilla Grant, who had come to Kingsport on Saturday.
"Here you are, beloved! And I suppose you're as tired as I was when I got here Saturday night." "Tired! Priscilla, don't talk of it.

I'm tired, and green, and provincial, and only about ten years old.

For pity's sake take your poor, broken-down chum to some place where she can hear herself think." "I'll take you right up to our boardinghouse.