"Dorothy, I'm beginning to think that they are."
"How odd! and at the convent we used to think that they were such heroes."
"I'm inclined to think that they assume more heroic proportions when they're at a distance."
"But when do they cease to be boys?"
"I'm commencing to wonder. None of Jim's friends are as old as that."
"Your cousin's not a boy."
Frances glanced at Dorothy; but Dorothy happened at that moment to be looking in an entirely different direction, so their glances didn't meet.
"You mean Strathmoira? No, he's a dear."
"What do you mean by 'he's a dear'?"
"Well--hasn't he been a dear to you?"