Young People's Pride: A Novel

If I were sly, I'd steal for you that cobbled hill, Montmartre, Josephine's embroidered shoes, St. Louis' oriflamme, The river on grey evenings and the bluebell-glass of Chartre...

“And she's--well, she isn't the wealthiest young lady in the country, but the Pipers _are_ rich, though they never go and splurge around about it. And I'm living on scholarships...

He swam face deep, catching short breaths under the crook of his arm, burying himself in the live blue running sparkle, every muscle stretched as if he were trying to rub all th...

Besides like most establishments on the verge of bankruptcy, it is such a quiet place to talk--the only other two people in it are a boy with startled hair and an orange smock a...

“I couldn't do anything but tell you to take it, dearest, could I? When it's such a real chance?” He is hoping with illogical but none the less painful desperation that she will...

“Not right now. When I'm through with these. But will you ask her if she's going to be in this afternoon--I want to tell her about my taking the New York job.”

“I didn't have a home--I had a place where I ate and slept. I didn't have a wife--I had an acquaintance who kept house for me. I had children--at school and college. I didn't ha...

Nancy will be safe now--as safe as if she were under an anesthetic. Mrs. Winters will take care of that. She must have a little talk with dear Isabella Winters. But that night N...

“Got a letter from him right after--I came back from St. Louis. Well, he's got a big job with the American Express in Paris--European Advertising Manager or something like that-...

“I know,” said Oliver and hoped his voice had sounded appropriately bitter. “No reflections on you or Peter, El, you both understand and you've both been too nice for words--but...

Then she shook herself--what nonsense--he must be at Melgrove. She couldn't call him up at Melgrove, though, he mightn't be there when she 'phoned and then his family would answ...

Ted looked at him stupidly. “Do? When I don't know whether I'm on my feet or my head?” he said. His drugged passiveness showed Oliver with desolating clarity that anything that...

He sat back and waited, his fingers curled round his glass. And, as he looked at him, Oliver felt a little sickish, for, on the whole, he respected Mr. Piper a good deal more th...

“Oh, no. No,” she said lightly but very firmly. “I couldn't very well, now, could I?” and Oliver, in spite of all the broadmindedness upon which he prided himself, was left rath...