It puts mutinous thoughts into my head.
Honestly, the only way in which I can get the sort of thrill that I ought to have now, if ever I am to thrill at all, is in making wild plans of escape, so wild and so naughty that I don't think I'd better write about them, even to you, dear." "Mother's on her honeymoon.

She went away a week ago in a state of self-conscious happiness that left Grandfather and Grandmother snappy and disagreeable.

She will be away four months, and every weekly letter that comes from her will make this place more and more unbearable and me more restless and dangerous.

I could get myself invited away.

Enid would have me and give me a wonderful time.