Her hair was fair and fluffy; and Mrs.
Culpeper, who could not praise her beauty, was very proud of her "aristocratic appearance." "Why, he never even mentions the war," she protested.
"I don't care.

I believe he thinks about it," insisted Janet, who would never surrender a point after she had once made it.
"He's different, anyhow," said Hatty, the one who had everything, as her mother asserted, to make her pretty, and yet wasn't.

"He isn't nearly so normal.

Is he, Mother ?" Mrs.Culpeper raised troubled eyes from the skirt of her pale gray silk gown which she was scrutinizing dejectedly.

"How on earth could I have got that spot there ?" she remarked in her brisk yet soft voice.