As soon as Alice has got over her shock at the sight of me, I'm going to compose an historical letter to Grandmother." "Let her down lightly," said Martin, climbing out with the suit-case.
"You've won." "Yes, that's true; but I shouldn't be a woman if I didn't get in the last word." "You're not a woman," said Martin.

"You're a kid, and you're in New York, and you're light-headed; so look out." Joan laughed at his sudden gravity and ran up the wide steps and put her finger on the bell.

"I've written down your telephone number," she said, "and memorized your address.

I'll call you up at three o'clock this afternoon, and if you've nothing else to do, you may take me for a walk in the Park." "I sha'n't have anything else to do." The door was opened.

The footman was obviously English, with the art of footmanism in his blood.
"Is Mrs.Gilbert Palgrave at home ?" asked Joan as if the question were entirely superfluous.
"No, miss." "Are you sure ?" "Quite sure, miss.