"I know how you feel," he said, "and I acknowledge he is odd; that talk of his last night about slavery being a righteous institution"-- "Oh, he didn't say that, father," Lois interrupted.
-- "was preposterous," continued Dr.Howe, not noticing her; "but he's earnest, he's sincere, and I have a great deal of respect for earnestness.

And look here, Lois, you must not let anybody see you are not in sympathy with Helen's choice; be careful of that tongue of yours, child.

It's bad taste to make one's private disappointments public.

I wouldn't speak of it even to your aunt Deely, if I were you." He stooped down to pull some matted grass from about the roots of a laburnum-tree, whose dark leaves were lighted by golden loops of blossoms, "Thirty-eight years ago," he said, "your mother and I planted this; we had just come home from our wedding journey, and she had brought this slip from her mother's garden in Virginia.

But dear me, I suppose I've told you that a dozen times.