It certainly does not do to be too particular, or we may soon find ourselves chumless in the world.

Irene was rather lovelorn for Peachy, but that bright little American, besides being in an upper dormitory, was before-appropriated by other "heart-to-hearties," and, though she held out the palm of good fellowship, was too staunch a character to desert old friends for new.
"She's just sweet to me, but I don't count first," decided Irene.

"Well, it's no use being jealous.

If you can't have the moon you must be content with a star, that's all.

It's a vast amount better than nothing." Lorna might more aptly be described as a planet than a star, for her thoughts had started to revolve round Irene in a fixed orbit.