"Superstitious people say that the bad luck will be visited on the head of the one who wishes it." "I'm not superstitious," retorted Elfreda.

"Of course, I believe that pins cut friendship, and that it's bad luck to see the new moon through the window, or to walk under a ladder.

It's a sure sign of death to break a looking glass or dream of white flowers, too, and to drop a spoon means certain disappointment, but aside from a few little things like that, I certainly don't believe in signs." "Oh, no, you don't believe in signs," chorused the girls, in gleeful sarcasm.
"Well, I don't," reiterated Elfreda.

"That is, not a whole lot of them." "Good-bye, children, I must leave you at this corner," announced Mabel.
"Come and see me soon.

I'll look you up the first evening I have free." "I should think that Miss Alden would hate herself," remarked Elfreda scornfully, as she marched along beside Grace.