I wish I were just Daffydowndilly back at good old Overton again." "I wouldn't stay in a muddle then," advised practical Grace.

"I'd settle matters once and for all, and whichever way I might decide, I'd make myself believe that it was for the best.

But first of all I'd be very sure that love was love." She had reached the wise conclusion that true love and Arline were as yet strangers.
"I can't say anything to Stanley just now.

He's in Oregon and won't be back until the last of August.

I don't care to write him.