But now I must carry out my plan alone, for Charlie cannot help me now.' And as I thought of the sympathy that had never failed me my voice quivered and I could say no more.
'I wish we were all in heaven,' growled Uncle Max,--but his tone was a little husky,--'for this world is a most uncomfortable place for good people, or people with a craze.

I think Charlie is well out of it.' 'Under which category do you mean to place me ?' I asked, trying to laugh.
'My dear, there is a craze in most women.

They have such an obstinate faith in their own good intentions.

If they find half a dozen fools to believe in them, they will start a crusade to found a new Utopia.

Women are the most meddlesome things in creation: they never let well alone.
Their pretty little fingers are in every human pie.