"She must think rather sadly of the days when they suffered real privation for the lack of it," said Helen.
"Anyway, here they are now, with money in their pockets and an affectionate family all ready made for them and they are going to live here in Rosemont near us, and Dorothy is going to school with the Ethels, and I'm willing to admit that it comes nearer to being a romance than anything I ever heard of in real life," and Roger nodded his head gleefully.
"I'm glad she's going to live here so we can see her once in a while," said Margaret. "Mother and Sister and I all loved her at Chautauqua, she was so patient and gentle with the people she taught. And of course we all think Dorothy is a darling."
"The Ethels are crazy over her. They treat her as if she were some new belonging and they can hardly bear to have her out of their sight."
"It was Grandfather Emerson who said all summer that she looked like the Ethels," remarked Roger. "Her hair is fuzzy and her nose is puggy, but I didn't see much other likeness."
"When she grows as fat as the Ethels I think she'll look astonishingly like them. She's thin and pale, now, poor little dud."
"I wish she could grow as plump as Della Watkins."
"I saw Tom Watkins yesterday," said James.
"What was a haughty New Yorker doing on the Jersey side of the Hudson?"
"It seems he boards Cupid and his family at the Rosemont Kennels—you know they're half way between here and Glen Point. He was going to call on them."