They's something about him, I can't just say what, but he puts me back up amazin'." "Don't worry, ancient custodian of the family," said Linda.

"That same something in Henry Anderson that antagonizes you, affects me in even stronger degree.

You must not get the foolish notion that any man has a speculative eye on me, because it is not true.

Donald Whiting is only a boy friend, treating me as a brother would, and Peter Morrison is much too sophisticated and mature to pay any serious attention to a girl with a year more high school before her.

I want to be decent to Henry Anderson, because he is Peter's architect, and I'm deeply interested in Peter's house and the lady who will live in it.