To be a huppie, you have to know how to make a little money. You want to live well, but keep in touch with the real world.

My name is Katie Jonas. I was born in Utica. My dad worked on a brickyard. I picked out the name Sharon Falconer while I was a stenographer.

That's a bit of all right, said the guard, cutting off a piece of the stem and putting it in his mouth. Try it. I cut another piece and did so, and at once agreed with him.

He looked round the poor room, at the distempered walls, and the bad engravings in meretricious frames, the crinkly paper and wax flowers on the chiffonier; and he thought of a room like Father Bryan's, with panelling, with cut glass, with tulips in silver pots, such a room as he had hoped to have for his own.