She doesn't know as much as I do; but Father thinks she is all right because she lets her hair turn gray and wears long dresses." Corinna's laugh was like music.

"It takes more than that to make a virtuous mind!" she exclaimed, but she was not thinking of Miss Spencer.
"Do you know," said Patty, leaning forward and speaking with the earnestness of a child, "I doubt if Father ever looked at a well-dressed woman until he met you." Was it natural ingenuousness, or did the girl have a deeper motive?
For an instant Corinna wondered; then she returned merrily: "Certainly he wouldn't look at me when Mrs.Stribling is near." "Yes, he admires Mrs.Stribling very much," replied Patty gravely, "but I don't.

She isn't a bit real." Corinna's gaze softened until it swept the girl's face like a caress.

"I hope you won't mind my calling you Patty," she responded irrelevantly.
"It is so hard to say Miss Vetch, for I can see that we are going to be friends." "Oh, if you will!" cried Patty breathlessly, and she added eagerly, "I have never had a real friend, you know, and you are so beautiful.

You are more beautiful than anybody I ever saw on the stage." "Or in the movies ?" Corinna's voice was mirthful, but there was a deep tenderness in her eyes.