"He feels interested in--us." "Nobody tells ME anything," said Christie.
"Didn't--" "No," said Christie bitterly.
"What on earth DID you talk about?
But people don't confide in you because they're afraid of you.

You're so--" "So what ?" "So gently patronizing, and so 'I-don't-suppose-you-can-help-it, poor-thing,' in your general style," said Jessie, kissing her.

"There! I only wish I was like you.

What do you say if we write to father that we'll go back to Devil's Ford?
Mr.Munroe thinks we will be of service there just now.

If the men are dissatisfied, and think we're spending money--" "I'm afraid Mr.Munroe is hardly a disinterested adviser.