Yet refusing to think of a thing when it seemed ever present was not going to do forever.

Insensibly and subtly it might get a hold on her, never to be broken.

Yet it was infinitely easier to dream than to think.
But the thought encroached upon her that it was not a dreamful habit of mind she had fallen into of late.

When she dreamed or mused she lived vaguely and sweetly over past happy hours or dwelt in enchanted fancy upon a possible future.

Carley had been told by a Columbia professor that she was a type of the present age--a modern young woman of materialistic mind.