I want many things I can't have--a great many." "No doubt," said Claudia, still blushing under the mournful gaze which accompanied those words.

"Do you want anything you can have ?" "Yes! I want you to stay several more weeks." "I'm going to stay." said Claudia.
"How kind!" exclaimed Eugene.
"Do you know why ?" "My modesty forbids me to think." "I want, to see a lot of Father Stafford! Good-by, Mr.Lane.

I'll leave you to your private and particular understanding of Tennyson." "Claudia!" "Hold your tongue," she whispered, in tones of exasperation.

"It's very wicked and very impertinent--and the library door's open, and Kate's in there!" Eugene fell back in his chair with a horrified look, and Claudia rushed into the house..