"I'll be as improving as a copy-book.

I wish I'd your chance; I'd stand Aunt Harriet for the sake of going to a big High School.

Younger sisters never have any luck! Eldests just sweep the board.

I don't know where we come in!" "Don't you fret, young 'un, you'll score later on!" cooed an indulgent voice from the sofa, where Percy sprawled with a book and a bag of walnuts.

"Remember that when you're still in all the bliss and sparkle of your teens, Winona'll be a mature and _passee_ person of twenty-two.
'That eldest Miss Woodward's getting on, you know!' people will say, and somebody'll reply: 'Yes, poor thing!'" "They won't when I've got a career," retorted Winona, pelting Percy with his own walnut-shells.
"You assured us the other day that you despised such vanities." "Well, it depends.