'Fretting herself ill over it, was Mrs. Giles's comment; 'she'll be better when she gets back to London. Nesta Fairfax came down to see her little favourite, and Betty shed many tears on her knee. 'It's no good; I shall never, never be happy again! No one cares for me like Prince; and now he's dead I've no friend left! 'You have a good many friends, Betty.

Do you think that woman 'ud ever have kept her if it wasn't she could make her a servant with no wages? If Jane 'ud been a boy, she'd a gone to the workhouse long ago. She's been that handy, poor little mite! I've always done what I could for her; you know that, Sidney. I do hope she'll get over it. If anything happens, mind my word, there'll be a nice to-do!

"She's quite under his influence. I can't do much for her now. Perhaps she'll come of her own accord if we show her we're her friends." "Well, I don't know as you can ever do much for people that will have their own way." "If she isn't driven any further " began Anne. "I don't know," said Mrs Crowther, with emphasis; "you must make a difference.

Wonder what she'll think when she sees that jug don't go down any? Wonder oh, hell! She'd never care anything about me. If she did " His thoughts went hazy with vague speculation, then clarified suddenly into one hard fact, like a rock thrusting up through the lazy sweep of a windless tide. "If she did care, I couldn't do anything. I'm married!"

Hopkins did not speak as though this quality of his daughter gave him unmixed delight. "But she's a good-hearted gal, Cassy is, high-spirited, and I won't deny she's handsome and smart." "She'll kind of grace my position when I'm governor. But to tell you the truth, Jethro, one old friend to another, durned if I don't wish she was married.

"She'll belie her name, though, if she doesn't pipe up some day, won't she?" When Dale secured his appointment at Portsmouth, he and Mavis were not engaged. She said, "Auntie simply won't hear of it." "Not now," he said. "But later, when I've made my way, she'll come round. Mav, will you wait for me? "Oh, I don't know," said Mavis. "I can't give any promise. I must do whatever Auntie tells me.

If I were as young as you, I would take the risk. As it is, I had better not. I've got a wife and child at home, and I want to go back to them as soon as I can." "You are right," said Joe. "I've got a girl at home," said Joshua, "but I guess she'll wait for me." "Suppose she don't," suggested Joe. "I shan't break my heart," said Mr. Bickford. "There's more than one girl in the world."

When the boat was restored to its level it floated higher than before, for some of the water had drained out. "Now lift slowly," directed Thurstane. "Slow and sure. She'll clear little by little." A quiet, steady lift, lasting perhaps two or three minutes, brought the floor of the boat to the surface of the current.

The younger, Martin, who had some definite job in the city, was home for a few days that October. It was to him his father said: "I can't help admiring that girl Joanna Godden for her pluck. Old Godden died suddenly two weeks ago, and now she's given out that she'll run the farm herself, instead of putting in a bailiff.

"I know it, Luther. I'll go to-morrow, sure, no matter what happens," the girl promised, her words coming so slowly that there was no mistaking her reluctance. "I just can't bear to, but I will." Luther considered at some length. "She'll be lonesome, not knowin' anybody here," he said with almost equal reluctance. "I I want t' see you start in right. You've got t' live in th' house with 'er."