And above all, no young man who has social entree to your house.

That kind of a private secretary is always a fizzle." "Any one in mind ?" "No." "I have," said Kitty, rising and going toward the companion-ladder to the lower decks.
"What now ?" demanded Killigrew.
"Let her be; Kitty has a sensible head on her shoulders, for all her foolery." Mrs.Killigrew laid a restraining hand on her husband's arm.
But Mrs.Crawford smiled a replica of that smile which had aroused her curiosity in regard to Kitty.

And then her face grew serious.
Kitty had a mind like her father's.

Her ideas were seldom nebulous or slow in forming.

They sprang forth, full grown, like those mythological creatures: Minerva was an idea of Jove's, as doubtless Venus was an idea of Neptune's.