One must go deeper, Harwood reflected, for Sylvia's charm, and it dawned upon him that it was in the girl's self, born of an alert, clear-thinking mind and a kind and generous heart.

Individuality, personality, were words with which he sought to characterize her; and as he struggled with terms, he found that she was carrying the burden of the talk.
"I suppose," she was saying, in her voice that was deeper than most women's voices, and musical and agreeable to hear,--"I suppose that college is designed to save us all a lot of hard knocks; I wonder if it does ?" "If you're asking me personally, I'll say that there are lumps on my brow where I have bumped hard, in spite of my A.B.degree.

I'm disposed to think that college only postpones the day of our awakening; we've got to shoot the chutes anyhow.

It is so written." She laughed at his way of putting it.
"Oh, you're not so much older that you can frighten me.

People on the toboggan always seem to be having a good time; the percentage of those whose car jumps the track isn't formidable." "Just enough fatalities to flavor the statistics.