There's no beauty about a mignonette, anyhow, suspected or unsuspected." "She means 'fragrance,'" suggested Beth.

"Change it to: 'The fragrance there is lying under the rust.' That'll fix it all right, Louise." "It doesn't seem right, even then," remarked Uncle John.

"If the fragrance lies under the rust, it can't be smelt, can it ?" "I did not anticipate all this criticism," said Louise, with an air of injured dignity.

"None of the big publishing houses that returned my poems ever said anything mean about them; they merely said they were 'not available.' However, as this poem has not made a hit with the managing editor, I'll tear it up and write another." "Don't do that," begged Patsy.

"Save it for emergencies.