"She still talks to me as though I were her small brother.

Next thing she'll be ordering me to wash behind my ears!" "Get out, and shut the door after you!" The reply was Dick's stately exit and the sharp closing of the door.
"Has Dick been talking to you about himself ?" asked Miss Sherwood.
"Yes." "What did he say ?" Larry gave the substance of the autobiography which Dick had volunteered.
"Part of that is more than the truth, part less than the truth," Miss Sherwood remarked.

"But this morning we were to have a real talk about your affairs, and let's get to the subject." She had motioned him to a chair beside the quaint old desk, and they were now sitting face to face.

Isabel Sherwood looked as much the finished patrician as on the evening before, and with that easy, whimsical humor and the direct manner of the person who is sure of herself; and in the sober, disillusioning daylight she had no less of beauty than had seemed hers in the softer lighting of their first meeting.

The clear, fresh face with its violet-blue eyes was gazing at him intently.