The sigh was so light that it scarcely troubled the frosty air, but it made Stanistreet look at her again.

How adorably pretty she was in all her moods! Perhaps she was conscious of the look, for she rattled on again more incoherently than before.

"I'm talking a great deal of nonsense; I always do when I get the chance.

You can't talk nonsense to mother; she wouldn't understand it.

She'd think it was sense.