"I'm perfectly happy as things are." "Tell me how they are." There was obviously something here that was far from right.
Joan was amused at her friend's gravity.

She had always been a responsible little person with very definite and old-fashioned views.
"Well," she said, "it's a charming little story, really.

I was the maiden who had to be rescued from the ugly castle, and Martin was the knight who performed the deed.

And being a knight with a tremendous sense of convention and a castle of his own full of well-trained servants, it didn't seem to him that he could give me the run of his house in the Paul and Virginia manner, which isn't being done now; and so, like a little gentleman, he married me, or as I suppose you would put it, went through the form of marriage.

It's all part of the adventure that we started one afternoon on the edge of the woods.