Now, good-night; keep your courage up.

I rely very much upon you, Jeanne, and you don't know what a comfort it is to me that you are calm and brave, and that I can talk things over to you.

I don't know what I should do if I had it all on my own shoulders." Jeanne made no answer, but her eyes were full of tears as she put her hands into Harry's, and no sound came from her lips in answer to his good-night.
"That girl's a trump, and no mistake," Harry said to himself as he descended the stairs.

"She has got more pluck than most women, and is as cool and calm as if she were twice her age.

Most girls would be quite knocked over if they were in her place.