I shouldn't think you'd let a little thing like that stand in the way of your finding out what you're so crazy to know." "_Wouldn't_ you ?" asked Lloyd, with a slight shrug, and in a tone which Dora described afterward to Cornie as simply withering.
"'Well, that's the difference, as you see, Betwixt my lord the king and _me_!'" To Grace's wonder, she dropped the sample of pink chiffon in Betty's lap, as if it had lost all interest for her, and stood up.
"Come on, girls," she exclaimed.

"Let's take the rest of those pictuahs.
There are two moah films left in the roll." "I might as well go with you," said Betty, gathering up the loose leaves that had fallen from her note-book.

"It's no use trying to write with my head so full of the grand secret.

I couldn't possibly think of anything else." Arm in arm with Allison, she sauntered up the steps behind the others to the old garden, which was the pride of every pupil in Warwick Hall.

The hollyhocks from Ann Hathaway's cottage had not yet begun to flaunt their rosettes of color, but the rhododendrons from Killarney were in gorgeous bloom.