I'm not going to stay home and keep house, and look sober, with my hair done up behind.

I'd rather be an old maid, and have a pony and run round in the woods." "Why, I never saw such a girl!" exclaimed Joy, opening her small eyes wide; "I wouldn't be an old maid for anything.

I'm going to be married in St.Paul's, and I'm going to have my dress all caught up with orange buds, and spangles on my veil.

Therese and I, we planned it all out one night--Therese used to be my French nurse, you know." For answer, Gypsy threw herself down suddenly on the velvet moss, her eyes turned up to the far, hazy sky, showing in patches through a lace work of thousands of leaves.
"Joy," she said, breaking a silence, and speaking in a curious, earnest tone Gypsy seldom used, "I do really, though, sometimes go off alone where there are some trees, and wonder." "Wonder what ?" "What in this world I was ever made for.

I suppose there's got to be a reason." "A reason!" said Joy, blankly.
"There's got to be something _done_, for all I see.