Fred S. Lincoln, An Indiana Girl — Chapter 13 (1901)
“ MY DEAR MISS BRANDT:— Back in town again in an environment of rush and hurry, with all its attendant clatter, I find myself drawn to the quiet of your life irresistibly, and this, too, after but a month here. It is a strange thing how humors take hold of us at times, and we want just what we have not and grow sick in the wanting, because we must take other things willy-nilly. ”
