But I do think they will leave something to you all." "Leave something!" sniffed Jean, scornfully.

"If there's anything in the world I thoroughly despise, it's old, mouldy, dead men's shoes.

If I were you, I'd write and tell Kit that she could come home at the Christmas vacation if she wanted to." But Cousin Roxy took an entirely different view of the matter when she was consulted.
"Fiddlesticks," she said.

"No girl of Kit's age knows what she wants two minutes of the time.

She's doing good missionary work out there, and she must not become weary in well doing or draw back her hand from the plow.
You don't need her here at all, Elizabeth.