"I'm going out for a stroll; the air will do me good." He went up to the end of the table where his mother sat, kissed her almost tenderly, and left the room.
Catherine began to reprove Mabel.
"It is you who are selfish," she said.

"You know Loftie must have a great deal on his mind just now." "Oh, well, I don't care.

Every little pleasure is somehow or other dashed to the ground.

_I was_ pleased when I thought Bee was to be my sister, and she was so sweet about the dresses, choosing just what we'd look best in.

Loftus was nice, too, until this morning.