He never stops ringing until he's sure you know he's there." Joan raced away to change her dress.
With excitement in her cheeks and eyes she was extraordinarily lovely.
Kenny with difficulty kept his feet firmly upon the floor a yard away from her.

Peggy laughed up at him, her piquant face impudent and understanding.
"Kenny," she said under her breath, "I suppose you know you're in love with your ward ?" Kenny had had his flare with Peggy; and he had come out of it with wounded vanity, somewhat baffled at Peggy's professed belief in the transiency of feminine love.

After all, Peggy said pensively, she knew too many charming men to promise an indeterminate interval of concentration upon one.

Kenny deemed such a viewpoint heretical and masculine; women were meant to be faithful.
Now he stared at the girl's saucy face with a startled flush.
"Peggy!" he said, "you little wretch!" It was growing harder day by day to keep his love a secret.
Joan's first dance at the Holbein Club brought a train of complications.
Ann, interpretative, dressed her in snow-white tulle with here and there a glint of silver.

The soft full skirt floated out above her silver slippers like a cloud, but little whiter than her throat and arms.