Miss Reston, did you ever see anything bonnier than Tweed and Hopetoun Woods?
Jean, my dear, Lewis Elliot brought me a book last night which really delighted me.

Poems by Violet Jacob.

If anyone could do for Tweeddale what she has done for Angus I would be glad...." "You care for poetry, Miss Reston?
In Priorsford it's considered rather a slur on your character to care for poetry.

Novels we may discuss, sensible people read novels, even now and again essays or biography, but poetry--there we have to dissemble.

We pretend, don't we, Jean ?--that poetry is nothing to us.