I'd miss you dreadfully." "You dear old sister," answered Lucy, laying her parasol on the small table beside her, "you are so old-fashioned.

Habit, if nothing else, would make me go.

I have hardly passed a summer in Paris or Geneva since I left you; and you know how delightful my visits to Biarritz used to be years ago.

Since my marriage I have never stayed in any one place so long as this.

I must have the sea air." "But the salt water is right here, Lucy, within a short walk of our gate, and the air is the same." Jane's face wore a troubled look, and there was an anxious, almost frightened tone in her voice.
"No, it is not exactly the same," Lucy answered positively, as if she had made a life-long study of climate; "and if it were, the life is very different.