She stood still on the top step of the train until Mrs.Gray had been safely landed on the platform by the smiling porter, then, disdaining his helping hand, ran down the steps with a joyful skip that caused her companion to say indulgently, "You'll never grow up, Grace, and I'm glad of it.

I can't become reconciled to the fact that Nora and Jessica are brides-to-be and that Anne's art is making her terribly serious.

It's a joy to my old age to see you frisk about as happily as you did when you were a little thing in short white skirts with two long braids of fair hair hanging down your back." "I don't really feel a bit older than I did then," confessed Grace.
"Sometimes I'm almost ashamed of my enthusiasm.

It seems as though nice things are always happening to me, and this summer pilgrimage of just we two is the nicest of all." They were walking slowly across the deserted platform now, and Grace was keeping a sharp look-out on all sides for the short, comfortable figure of Mrs.Elwood.
"There she is!" Grace hurried forward, her hands outstretched.

The next instant they were held in Mrs.Elwood's welcoming grasp, while she kissed Grace's soft cheek.
"My dear, dear girl!" she exclaimed, a suspicious moisture in her kindly blue eyes.