Her plain gray suit and simple cloth hat could not disguise her charm or grace.

It seemed to him that she was putting herself a little further away from him, that she was approaching the business of life with a determination, a spirit, a zest, that dwarfed to insignificance his own preoccupation with far less important matters.

She turned to glance back at a group of children they had passed audibly speculating as to the character of teacher the day held in store for them.
"Don't you think they're worth working for ?" Sylvia asked.
Dan shrugged his shoulders.
"I suppose more lives are ground up in the school-teaching machine than in any other way.

Go on! The girl who taught me my alphabet in the little red school-house in Harrison County earned her salary, I can tell you.

She was seventeen and wore a pink dress." "I'm sorry you don't approve of me or my clothes.