When Stanley would drive away, Jean would laugh at her teasingly.
"Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud, sister mine?
He seems a very sightly young man, even if he does 'chase caterpillars for a living.' I never did see any one except you, Kit, who hated to acknowledge herself in the wrong.

The rest of us all have the most peaceful, forgiving sort of dispositions, but you can be a regular porcupine when you want to be." "It could come from Uncle Cassius," retorted Kit.

"Did you hear them all talking about him over at Elmwood while we were there?
Let's sit here under the pines a minute until the mailman goes by.

I'm awfully tired poking over cinders.

Cousin Roxy said he was the only notable in our family.