Your grandfather knew my father." "That won't make any difference.

I believe that in a sort of way he's jealous of my having a good time.

Queer, isn't it?
Are all old people like that?
And as to Grandmother, this will give her one of the finest chances to let herself go that she's had since I set a curtain on fire with a candle; and when she does that, well, things fly, I assure you." "Are you worried about it ?" Joan gave a gesture of the most eloquent impatience.

"I have to be," she said.

"You can't understand it, but I'm treated just as if I were a little girl in short frocks.