"How wonderful it all is, you and all of it! And yet if--if I feel as I do, you must let me go for a year.
Otherwise if I lack confidence in myself--Oh, can't you see, Kenny, I shall be shy and frightened and always ill at ease!" "Go!" he echoed blankly.
"Somewhere," said Joan, "to study music and French and how to talk your kind of nonsense.

Hannah says there must be money enough in Uncle's estate for that." "Where," said Kenny, his heart cold, "would you go ?" "I thought," said Joan demurely, "that perhaps I could study in New York where I wouldn't be so--lonesome." He caught her in his arms.
"Heart of mine!" he whispered.

"You thought of that." "Then," said Joan, "I can learn something of your world before I become a part of it.

Don't you see, Kenny?
I can look on and learn to understand it.

I should like that.