Billie says I'm an awfully good pal, and he'd much rather talk to me than any of the boys he knows at school, because I understand what he's driving at." "But don't you think your mother will need you here?
Jean will be going back to Boston in October to her art class, and Helen is only fourteen.

I don't think it would matter, if you only visited them for a couple of months, but supposing Uncle Cassius took a fancy to you." Mr.Robbins' eyes twinkled as he watched Kit's grave face.
"You mean," she said, "supposing he decided that my brain measured up to his expectations of Jerry, Jr., and they wanted me to stay all winter?
Couldn't I go to school there, just as well as here?
You know, Dad, I'm really not a child any longer.

Don't you realize that I'm fifteen and a half ?" "Reaching years of discretion, aren't you, girlie ?" smiled her father.

"I suppose it would do you a lot of good in a broadening way to go through a new experience like this." "I'm not thinking about that," Kit sent back an understanding gleam of fun, "but I'm perfectly positive that it would do Uncle Cassius and Aunt Daphne an awful lot of good." "Then we must not deprive them of the opportunity.

Do you think so, Hiram ?" Hiram stuck his head through the clambering vines and clustering leaves, like a tousled freckle-faced New England faun.
"Couldn't do no harm either way, s'far as I can see," he said, judiciously.