I promised to make up to him for his not going to the party, poor little fellow." "Phebe, dear," said Gerald, suddenly stooping to give her one of her rare kisses, "I cannot bear to leave you all alone so.

That miserable Miss Lydia and Olly aren't any sort of company.

Let me stay with you.

I had a great deal rather." "Oh, no, no, no!" cried Phebe, almost pushing her toward the door.

"I don't mind a bit being left, and I wouldn't have you stay for anything.
How lovely of you to propose it! You are an angel, Gerald, even though you don't like being told so, Good-by.