It's very hard, you know, to mend a thing when it's broken.

I used to say to myself that when I grew to be a woman I supposed I would love as any other woman seemed content to love; that no romance of a young girl was ever realized and that they could only be found in love stories.

But my theories all went to pieces when I heard Mr.Horn that night.

Dot's love for John the Carrier--I have read it so often since that I know the whole story by heart--Dot's love for John was the real thing, but May Fielding's love for Tackleton wasn't.

And it seemed so wonderful when her lover came home and--it's foolish, I know--very silly--that I should have been so moved by just the reading of a story--but it's true.