I am quite sure Harry could never have made all that about Macassar and Crinoline out of his own head.' 'No! because he doesn't think of such nonsensical things.

I declare, Miss Katie, I think you are in love with Master Charley.' Katie, who was still sitting at the dressing-table, blushed up to her forehead; and at the same time her eyes were suffused with tears.

But there was no one to see either of those tell-tale symptoms, for Linda was in bed.
'I know he saved my life,' said Katie, as soon as she could trust herself to speak without betraying her emotion--'I know he jumped into the river after me, and very, very nearly drowned himself; and I don't think any other man in the world would have done so much for me besides him.' 'Oh, Katie! Harry would in a moment.' 'Not for me; perhaps he might for you--though I'm not quite sure that he would.' It was thus that Katie took her revenge on her sister.
'I'm quite sure he would for anybody, even for Sally.' Sally was an assistant in the back kitchen.

'But I don't mean to say, Katie, that you shouldn't feel grateful to Charley; of course you should.' 'And so I do,' said Katie, now bursting out into tears, overdone by her emotion and fatigue; 'and so I do--and I do love him, and will love him, if he's ever so much a rake! But you know, Linda, that is very different from being in love; and it was very ill-natured of you to say so, very.' Linda was out of bed in a trice, and sitting with her arm round her sister's neck.
'Why, you darling little foolish child, you! I was only quizzing,' said she.

'Don't you know that I love Charley too ?' 'But you shouldn't quiz about such a thing as that.