lips all crude scarlet, and eyes as absurdly big and round as a child's good-by kiss.

If Beauty is excuse enough for Being, it sure takes Plainness then to feel the real necessity for—Doing.

lips all crude scarlet, and eyes as absurdly big and round as a child's good-by kiss.

I have a theory that no child ever does outgrow its ungratified legitimate desires; though subsequent maturity may bring him to the point where his original desire has reached such astounding proportions that the original object can no longer possibly appease it.

I wish I could have lived just one day when the world was new. I wish—I wish I could have reaped just one single, solitary, big Emotion before the world had caught it and—appraised it—and taxed it—and licensed it—and staled it!

Supplementing the far, remote Glory-of-God expression in his face, the glory-of-doughnuts shone suddenly very warmly.

The Pretty Lady's brains were almost entirely in her fingers.