"Hullo!" he said.

"YOU--up there ?" "Yes," said Jane, laughing down at him, and speaking low lest other casements should be open, "I--up here.

You are serenading the wrong window, dear 'devout lover.'" "What a lot you know about it," remarked Garth, rather moodily.
"Don't I ?" whispered Jane.

"But you must not mind, Master Garthie, because you know how truly I care.

In old Margery's absence, you must let me be mentor." Garth sprang up and stood erect, looking up at her, half-amused, half-defiant.
"Shall I climb the magnolia ?" he said.