Constance's eyes were fixed upon a tiny purple figure that had just emerged from a side door in the gymnasium and was walking slowly across the big floor.
"Marjorie Dean High School Freshman"
Pauline Lester
Before her stood the tiny figure of a boy whose great black eyes looked curiously into hers.
"Marjorie Dean High School Freshman"
Pauline Lester
"Ted, it isn't like us," she said gently, using the phrase that so many times, in the days to come, kept me steady on my feet and my face in the clouds-"it isn't like us to-to doubt each other even in tiny things.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford