"Army people are sure of their way out," said Christine, "and I guess they
find it costs something."

"Why do they buy so many books, I wonder? If I moved as often as they do,
I'd have only paper covers and leave them behind."

"You are not a reader, mummy. You're a business woman. You look at
everything from the practical side."

"And if I didn't, who would?" Mrs. Bogardus spoke with earnestness. "We
can't all be dreamers like Paul or privileged persons like you. There has
to be one in every family to say the things no one likes to hear and do
the things nobody likes to do."

"We are the rich repiners and you are the household drudge!" Christine
shouted, laughing at her own wit.

"Hush, hush!" her mother smiled. "Don't make so much noise."

"I should like to know who's to be the drudge in Paul's privileged family.
It doesn't strike me it's going to be Moya. And Paul only drudges for
people he doesn't know."

"Moya is a girl you can expect anything of. She is a wonderful mixture of
opposites. She has the Irish quickness, and yet she has learned to obey.
She has had the freedom and the discipline of these little lordly army
posts. She is one of the few girls of her age who does not measure
everything from her own point of view."