My mother gets so upset." Miriam dropped her bead, brooding.
"Why does she get upset ?" she asked.
"Because she says I oughtn't to be out late when I have to get up early." "Very well!" said Miriam, rather quietly, with just a touch of a sneer.
He resented that.

And he was usually late again.
That there was any love growing between him and Miriam neither of them would have acknowledged.

He thought he was too sane for such sentimentality, and she thought herself too lofty.

They both were late in coming to maturity, and psychical ripeness was much behind even the physical.

Miriam was exceedingly sensitive, as her mother had always been.