I am so sorry she has been disappointed." "He's not a bit like her, Anne," replied her friend, not caring to mention names.

"I do wish she had never asked him." "My only hope," said Anne, "is that we will all seem so young and childish to him that he will get bored and leave." "Well, just strictly between us and as man to man, as David is always saying, don't you think he is horrid?
He has no manners at all, and it's hard to believe he's a product of the Gray family." "He has such shifty eyes," said Anne, "and I had a feeling that his dislike for America was all put on to shock us.

I feel so warm and sleepy," she continued drowsily when the lights were put out and they had snuggled down in the soft, comfortable beds.
"I heard him drop an 'h' once," whispered Grace, in a sleepy voice.
But there was no reply.

Anne was already dreaming of her four beautiful new dresses.
It might have been midnight, perhaps a little later when Grace awoke with a start.

Not a sound disturbed the peace of the old house except the ticking of the clock on the mantel and the occasional crackling of dying embers in the fireplace.