Kit never writes tenderly like that unless she feels a heart throb.

I never thought she'd last as long as she has----" But Mrs.Bobbins looked dubious.
"She seems to have made such a good impression.

I hate to have her spoil it by jumping back too soon.

It's such a benefit for her." Jean stopped polishing lamp chimneys and gazed out of the kitchen window towards the far-reaching fields, where none but the crows could find a living now.

She was only able to run up from New York once a month, since she had taken a position of junior instructor at the Academy, and yet each time she found herself turning with a sigh of relief and safety from the city life to the peace of these everlasting hills.
"I don't blame her a bit if she wants to come back home before summer, mother dear.