She's so young." He flushed.
"Joan wouldn't have it different," said Ann, touched by the boyish wistfulness of his eyes.

"She clings to you.

And she's as shy and unspoiled as the day you brought her here.

This flurry of admiration to her means nothing at all.

She's unhappy with strangers." Kenny knew it was true and marveled.
"I would like to be generous," he admitted with an effort.