You gad around almost the same as ever." "What's a girl to do ?" protested Carley.
"You are twenty-six years old, Carley," retorted Aunt Mary.
"Suppose I am.

I'm as young--as I ever was." "Well, let's not argue about modern girls and modern times.

We never get anywhere," returned her aunt, kindly.

"But I can tell you something of what Glenn Kilbourne means in that letter--if you want to hear it." "I do--indeed." "The war did something horrible to Glenn aside from wrecking his health.
Shell-shock, they said! I don't understand that.

Out of his mind, they said! But that never was true.