Slight wonder that her head is somewhat giddy from the immense amount of attention she has received.

I'm not perfect, Madge; why should I demand perfection?
It's delightful to be talking in this way--like old times.

I used to talk to you about Stella years ago.

If I have the substance I can forego the shadow, and I do feel that I can say to you all that I could to a sensible and loving sister.

Believe me, Madge, I can never get over my old feeling for you, and I'm just as proud of you as if your name was Madge Muir.