"To go through that sandstorm without one kick--one knock at my West!" "Glenn, I always think of what Flo says--the worst is yet to come," replied Carley, trying to hide her unreasonable and tumultuous pleasure at words of praise from him.
"Carley Burch, you don't know yourself," he declared, enigmatically.
"What woman knows herself?
But do you know me ?" "Not I.Yet sometimes I see depths in you--wonderful possibilities--submerged under your poise--under your fixed, complacent idle attitude toward life." This seemed for Carley to be dangerously skating near thin ice, but she could not resist a retort: "Depths in me?
Why I am a shallow, transparent stream like your West Fork! ...

And as for possibilities--may I ask what of them you imagine you see ?" "As a girl, before you were claimed by the world, you were earnest at heart.

You had big hopes and dreams.

And you had intellect, too.

But you have wasted your talents, Carley.