Sinclair Lewis

“ Across the road, on the Barmberry porch, she could hear her father saying "Ah?" and "Indeed?" to James's stories.
⁠Up the road, a blaring horn, great lights growing momently more dazzling, a roar, a rush, the halting car, and out of its blurred bulk, a trim figure darting--Jeff Saxton--home and the people she loved, and the ways and days she knew best of all. He had shouted only "Is Miss----" before she had rushed to him, into the comfort of his arms, and kissed him. ”

“ Claire looked at the candied fruits, stared at Jeff rather queerly--as though she was really thinking of some one else--and mused:
⁠"I didn't know I cared so much for these foolish luxuries. Tonight, I'd like a bath, just a tiny bit scented, and a real dressing-table with a triple mirror, and French talc, and come down in a dinner-gown---- Oh, I have enjoyed the trip, Jeff. But my poor body does get so tired and dusty, and then you treacherously come along with these things that you've magicked out of the mountains and---- I'm not a pioneer woman, after all. And Henry B. is not a caveman. ”

“ I wonder if he'll let us go any farther in the car? He's so managerial, and dad is sure to take his side. He tried to scare us off by that telegram to Fargo." Now: "He'd be horrified if he knew about that bum brake. Milt didn't mind. Milt likes his womenfolks to be daring. Jeff wants his harem admiring and very reliable."
⁠She crouched on the shore, a rather forlorn figure. The peaks of the Mission Range, across the violet-shadowed mirror of Flathead Lake, were a sudden pure rose, in reflection of sunset, then stony, forbidding. ”