Still, looking through the old volumes was soothing, because thinking of the past made the present seem a little less real.

But some characters in books are really real--Jane Austen's are; and I know those five Bennets at the opening of Pride and Prejudice, simply waiting to raven the young men at Netherfield Park, are not giving one thought to the real facts of marriage.

Cruel blows of fate call for extreme kindness in the family circle.

Oh, wise young judge.

Only the margin left to write on now. I love you, I love you, I love you.

And no bathroom on earth will make up for marrying a bearded man you hate.

Contemplation seems to be about the only luxury that costs nothing.