She runs there.

She explores, she experiments.

That's why she's dressed like a tramp and thinking out a book where the heroine gets married to the Funeral March of a Marionette.

Oh, my dear person, it just means, as it always means with us poor creatures, that the right man hasn't come along." Millie Splay leaned back in her seat.
"When he does!" she cried.

"When he does! Did you see the magnolia this morning?
It burst into flower during the night.