The companionship of Dale's bright youth would keep her from getting old-womanish if anything could.
She smiled, thinking of Dale.

Dale was a nice child--her favorite niece.

Sally didn't understand her, of course--but Sally wouldn't.
Sally read magazine articles on the younger generation and its wild ways.

"Sally doesn't remember when she was a younger generation herself," thought Miss Cornelia.

"But I do--and if we didn't have automobiles, we had buggies--and youth doesn't change its ways just because it has cut its hair.