Franny and Zooey - Pg 186

   Although there was nothing markedly peculiar about her gait as she moved through the hall---she neither dallied nor quite hurried---she was nonetheless very peculiarly transformed as she moved. She appeared, vividly, to grow younger with each step. Possibly long halls, plus the aftereffects of tears, plus the ring of a telephone, plus the smell of fresh paint, plus newspapers underfoot---possibly the sum of all these things was equal, for her, to a new doll carriage.