Francie looked at her legs. They were long, slender, and exquisitely molded. She wore the sheerest of flawless silk stockings, and expensively made high-heeled pumps shod her beautifully arched feet. "Beautiful legs, then, is the secret of being a mistriss," concluded Francie. She looked down at her own long thin legs. "I'll never make it, I guess." Sighing , she resigned herself to a sinless life.

In teaching your child, do not forget that suffering is good too. It makes a person rich in character.

Look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.

It was a good thing that she got herself into this other school. It showed her that there were other worlds beside the world she had been born into and that these other worlds were not unattainable.

But she needs me more than she needs him and I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.

She had become accustomed to being lonely. She was used to walking alone and to being considered 'different.' She did not suffer too much.

From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood.