Hardly any one who saw that slip of a girl and that square-shouldered boy with his unlined face would have imagined that they could be anything but brother and sister.

The marriage of babies! Was there no single apostle of common sense in all the country--a country so gloriously free that it granted licenses to every foolishness without a qualm?
Palgrave was standing on the curb, scowling.

His car moved up, and the porter went forward to open the door.

As quick as lightning, Joan saw her chance to put Martin into his place and evade an argument.

Wasn't she out of that old country cage at last?
Couldn't she revel in free flight without being called to order and treated like a school-girl, at last?
What fun to use Palgrave to show Martin her spirit! She touched him on the arm and looked up at him with dancing eyes and a teasing smile.