"Isn't there any way ?" "I am afraid not," responded Halcyone.

"You are across in another world--we live in the shades, this side." "Remember something about a fellow named Orpheus getting over to fetch his girl"-- "gail" Lord Freynault pronounced it--"since old John will use Eton cribs in describing the horrid chasm.

Can't we sop old Cerberus and somehow manage to swim, if there is no ferryman about ?" "You would certainly be drowned," said Halcyone.

"In this place the lake is quite ten inches deep!" Cora Lutworth was taking in every bit of her with her clever, kindly eyes.
"What a sweet, distinguished violet-under-the-mossy-bank pet of a girl!" she was saying to herself.

"No wonder Mr.Derringham goes to see his Professor! How mad Cis would be! I shan't tell her." And aloud she said: "You cannot imagine how I am longing to get a nearer peep of your beautiful old house.