"I think Elfreda took it even more deeply to heart than we did.

She is the soul of loyalty and resents an injury to one of us as much as though it were her own grievance." "In one way it seems a long time since J.Elfreda Briggs established herself in my seat on the train, yet in another it seems but yesterday," mused Grace.

"Can you realize, Anne, that we are almost at the end of our college days ?" "I never allow myself to think of it," confessed Anne.

"I've been so happy at Overton I'd like to stay here forever." "Give up the stage, and apply for a place on the faculty," suggested Grace with apparent earnestness.
"You rascal! You know I couldn't do that even for the sake of being at Overton.

I am wedded to my art," proclaimed Anne dramatically.
"Some day you will obtain a divorce from your art and marry a mere man, though," predicted Grace.
The color suffused Anne's white face.