It made her believe that she had left her girlhood behind her and was now a woman with a newly-developed heart capacity at which she would childishly have scoffed a little while before.

She felt ashamed of the bee on the window pane, although it somehow buzzed as frequently as before in spite of her.

Her calendar, formerly a monotonous cycle of class times, meal times, play times, and bed time, was now irregularly divided by walks past the chalet and accidental glimpses of its tenant.
Early in December came a black frost, and navigation on the canal was suspended.

Wickens's boy was sent to the college with news that Wickens's pond would bear, and that the young ladies should be welcome at any time.

The pond was only four feet deep, and as Miss Wilson set much store by the physical education of her pupils, leave was given for skating.