We loved the sings around the fire in the big stone fireplace or under the darned stars, where every girl merged her own spirit of happiness with the voice of the group.
Murder me! Murder me like you murdered my mother!
You look one hundred percent better when I can't see you.
Oh, you want too much! I love you now – isn't that enough? I can't help what's past.I did love him once – but I loved you too.
A gramme in time saves nine.
But after all, it's only about four months now since I've been having Henry.
I think that's rather sweet. One feels one would like to pet him. You know. Like a cat.
My word, I'm glad I'm not a Gamma.
I wish we could have brought the plane. I hate walking. And you feel so small when you're on the ground at the bottom of a hill.
In a few minutes, I shall be seeing him, talking to him, telling him that I like him-more than anybody I've ever known.