"Right across the map itself, do you mean ?" "Yes." "But it is such a long name that it will cover the whole country." "I know that." "It will spoil it." "I shouldn't be surprised; nevertheless, I always am in favour of realism." "I don't know where the realism comes in; but I am such an obliging person that I will do what you want," said Elisabeth, writing her name right across the half-sheet of paper, in her usual dashing style.
"Thank you," said Christopher, taking the paper from her; and he smiled to himself as he saw that the name "Elisabeth Farringdon" covered the whole of the imaginary continent from east to west.

Elisabeth naturally did not know that this was the only true image in her allegory; she was as yet far too clever to perceive obvious things.

As Chris said, it was not when her eyes were open that she was most correct.
"I have seen Mr.Tremaine," said Elisabeth to him, a day or two after this.

"Cousin Maria left her card upon him, and he returned her call yesterday and found us at home.

I think he is perfectly delightful." "You do, do you?
I knew you would." "Why ?" "Because, like the Athenians, you live to see or to hear some new thing." "It wasn't his newness that made me like him; I liked him because he was so interesting.