She kissed each girl affectionately, but her eyes lingered upon Anne, who was plainly her favorite.

The old lady had become so accustomed to the sympathetic presence of the quiet, young girl that it seemed, at times, as though her own daughter had come back to her once more.
"Come right into the library and make yourself comfy," cried Mrs.Gray cheerily.

"I spend most of my time there.

The view from the windows is so beautiful, and as one grows old, one resorts more and more to book friendships." "What shall we do with you, Mrs.Gray, if you keep on insisting that you are old ?" said Grace.

"You're not a day older at heart than any of the rest of us.