Don't write him--don't give him a chance to--well to suggest courteously that you'd better not come just yet.

I don't like his words 'just yet.'" "Auntie, you're--rather--more than blunt," said Carley, divided between resentment and amaze.

"Glenn would be simply wild to have me come." "Maybe he would.

Has he ever asked you ?" "No-o--come to think of it, he hasn't," replied Carley, reluctantly.
"Aunt Mary, you hurt my feelings." "Well, child, I'm glad to learn your feelings are hurt," returned the aunt.

"I'm sure, Carley, that underneath all this--this blase ultra something you've acquired, there's a real heart.