I thought you might feel as I do.
I get tired easier than I used to." "I guess I'll go upstairs," said Rachel, in the same tone.

"There isn't anybody there to tell me how old I am gettin'." "It's hard to make Rachel out," thought Mrs.Harding.

"She takes offense at the most innocent remark.

She can't look upon herself as young, I am sure." Upstairs Rachel took out the letter again, and read it through once more.

"I wonder what sort of a man Daniel is," she said to herself.