Somewhere, on the long road that wound through those four years, the girl with her sachet & dancing slippers had slipped away & there was left a woman with sharp green eyes, who counted pennies & turned her hands to many menial tasks, a woman to whom nothing was left from the wreckage except the indestructible red earth on which she stood.

If! If! If! There were so many ifs in life, never any sense of security, always the dread of losing everything.

It was this feminine conspiracy which made Southern society so pleasant. Women knew that a land where men were contented, uncontradicted ans safe in possession of unpunctured vanity was likely to be a very pleasant place for women to live. So, from the cradle to the grave, women strove to make men pleased with themselves, and the satisfied men repaid lavishly with gallantry and adoration. In fact, men willingly gave ladies everything in the world except credit for having intelligence.

There ain't nothin' from the outside can lick any of us.

If he's forgotten me, I'll make him remember me. I'll make him want me again.

If I said I was madly in love with you, I'd be lying and what's more, you'd know it.

Vanity was stronger than love at sixteen and there was no room in her hot heart now for anything but hate.