But, Polly, a principle that can't bear being laughed at, frowned on, and cold-shouldered, isn't worthy of the name.

The young people were playing that still more absorbing game in which hearts are always trumps.

... because I have fallen in love with so many pretty girls and never once the least bit with any man.

Girls could do most things as well as boys, and some things better.

A quick temper, sharp tongue, and restless spirit were always getting her into scrapes, and her life was a series of ups and downs, which were both comic and pathetic.

Nothing seemed impossible in the beginning.

I do like men who come out frankly and own that they are not gods.