"Aunt Sally doesn't like everybody." "Aunt Sally's a brick, all right," declared Marian, as an accompaniment to Dan's expression of his gratification that Mrs.Owen had honored him with her friendship.
"It's too bad the girl will have to teach," said Mrs.Bassett; "it must be a dog's life." "I think Miss Garrison doesn't look at it that way," Harwood intervened.

"She thinks she's in the world to do something for somebody; she's a very interesting, a very charming young woman." "Well, I haven't seen her in five years; she was only a young girl that summer at the lake.

How soon will Aunt Sally be back?
I do hope she's coming to Waupegan.

If I'd known she was going to Wellesley, we could have waited for her in New York, and Marian and I could have gone with them to see Sylvia graduated.

I always wanted to visit the college." "It was better for you to come home, Hallie," said Mr.Bassett.