There was a prayer-book on her bedside table – and pineapple posts to her bed. She had inherited her religion and her furniture from her ancestors, and she kept them both in order. (Mrs. Folette)

”Something splendid – that shines like a light!”
Years afterward he spoke of this moment to Jane. “I can’t describe it. It was a miracle – their coming. As much of a miracle as that light which shone on Paul as he road to Damascus. The change within me was absolute. I was born again. All the old fears slipped from me like a garment. I was saved, Jane, by those boys’ voices in the dark.”

(Jane musing in the Statuary Hall of the Senate building) She wondered what future generations would add to this glorious company. Would the Anglo-Saxon give way to the Semite? Would the Huguenot not yield to the Slav? (and then Frederick calls them “great old freaks,” and calls her provincial)

Life with Frederick Towne would be just going up and down great stairs, eating under the eye of a stately butler, riding on puffy cushions behind a stately chauffeur, sitting beside a man who was everlastingly and punctiliously polite.
Oh, half the fun in the world was in the tussle with hard things. She knew that now. Life in the little house had been at times desperately difficult. But it had been like facing a stiff breeze, and coming out of it thrilled with the battle against the elements.