The first money I make, I'm going to spend on giving you pretty clothes and a rest." "I don't want to rest, dear," replied Gabriella, with a laugh.

"I'm not an old lady yet, you silly boy." How ridiculous it was that he always spoke of her work as if it were a hardship--a burden from which she must be released at the first opportunity.

That was so like Cousin Jimmy, a survival, she supposed, from the tradition of the South.

Unlike Fanny, whose horizon was bounded by her personal inclinations, Archibald seemed never to think of himself, never to put either his comfort or his career before his love for his mother.

To attempt to shape Fanny's character was like working in tissue paper, but there was stout substance in Archibald.