She's neahly twenty, you know.

I do hope he thinks as much of her as she does of him." "There!" whispered Mary to herself, nodding wisely in the darkness of her room, as if to an unseen listener.

"I knew it! I told you so! All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't make me believe she'd stoop to such a thing as that nasty Bernice Howe insinuated.

She's a maid of honor in every way!".