George Whitefield and the Duke have been relegated to the upstairs hall.

'So passes the glory of this world,'" concluded Anne, with a laugh in which there was a little note of regret.

It is never pleasant to have our old shrines desecrated, even when we have outgrown them.
"I'll be so lonesome when you go," moaned Diana for the hundredth time.
"And to think you go next week!" "But we're together still," said Anne cheerily.

"We mustn't let next week rob us of this week's joy.

I hate the thought of going myself--home and I are such good friends.