She had told him she felt quite sure about him; and it was true, in a sense rather different from what the words had conveyed to him.

But it was of the kind of security that takes care to keep the eye wakeful and the powder dry.

She felt she did not have him yet where she could trust him out of her sight and could herself decide whether the engagement was to be kept or broken.
"Why, my dear," said Mrs.Whitson, "he positively feeds out of your hand! And such a wild man he seemed!" Margaret, in the highest of high spirits, laughed with pleasure.
"A good many," pursued Mrs.Whitson, "think you are throwing yourself away for love.

But as I size men up--and my husband says I'm a wonder at it--I think he'll be biggest figure of all at one end of Pennsylvania Avenue or the other.

Perhaps, first one end, then at the other." "I'm glad to hear you say that," cried Margaret, with the keen enthusiasm with which, in time of doubt, we welcome an ally to our own private judgment.