I have only begun to thumb it, and I'm an old man.

Some people betray their emotions in one way, some in another.

Some are loudest when most troubled, and some are so quiet one would think them dead.

The woman I was watching there was one of the quiet ones; her trouble was deep; that was apparent from her outline--an outline which never varied." "Yes, she's a queer duck.

I saw her: I even did an errand for her--that was before you sat down here." "You did an errand for her ?" "Yes; she wanted a newspaper.