The end of the season wipes a sponge over everything.

People start afresh, and, as somebody says--Tennyson, isn't it?
or Longfellow ?--they 'let the dead past bury its dead.'" Lady Greendale lifted her hands in mild despair, put on her things, and went down to the boat with Bertha.
"I have brought a book, mamma," the latter said as they went down.
"I shall tell Frank about this, though I shall tell no one else.

I always knew that he did not like Mr.Carthew.So you can amuse yourself reading while we are talking." "You are a curious girl, Bertha," her mother said, resignedly.

"I used to think that I understood you; now I feel that I don't understand you at all." "I don't know that I understand myself, mamma, but I know enough of myself to see that I am not so wise as I thought I was, and somebody says that 'When you first discover you are a fool it is the first step towards being wise,' or something of the sort.
"There is Major Mallett standing at the landing, and there is the gig.

I think that she is the prettiest boat here." The mainsail was hoisted by the time they reached the side of the yacht, and the anchor hove short, so that in two or three minutes they were under way.
"She looks very nice," Lady Greendale said.