What remarkable goose said that love is blind?
Love can see through five folds of closely-woven muffler with ease! "I'm getting tired," said Cecily, whose breath was coming rather quickly and whose pale cheeks had bloomed into scarlet.

"Let's sit down and get the Story Girl to tell us a story." But as we dropped into our places the Story Girl shot a significant glance at me which intimated that this was the psychological moment for introducing the scheme she and I had been secretly developing for some days.

It was really the Story Girl's idea and none of mine.

But she had insisted that I should make the suggestion as coming wholly from myself.
"If you don't, Felicity won't agree to it.

You know yourself, Bev, how contrary she's been lately over anything I mention.