"It's so, fast enough," he said, in a whisper, "but there ain't any need for her to know it yet." "No, there isn't, poor child," said Sylvia.
"She's dreadful nervous," said Mrs.Ayres, "and she thought a lot of Miss Farrel--more, I guess, than most.

The poor woman never was a favorite here.

I never knew why, and I guess nobody else ever did.

I don't care what she may have intimated--I mean what you were talking about, Sylvia.

That's all over.