"You haven't a plate or a fan or coloured scarf left.

You must send out and buy some of these old negro-women's bandannas if you are going to cover anything else.

What is the use?
Do you suppose any human being in Washington will like it?
They will think you demented." "There is such a thing as self-respect," replied her sister, calmly.
Sybil--Miss Sybil Ross--was Madeleine Lee's sister.

The keenest psychologist could not have detected a single feature quality which they had in common, and for that reason they were devoted friends.

Madeleine was thirty, Sybil twenty-four.