"_Now_, perhaps, you have some faint idea of what _I_ felt when I had to return thanks for the bridesmaids." "Nancy!" cries Bobby, holding out the fruit to which he alludes, and speaking in a wobbly, quivering voice, with a painfully _literal_ imitation of my late address, "here's--here's--here's a _peach_!" But I am burying my face in Sir Roger's shoulder, like a shy child.
"I _like_ you!" I say, creeping up quite close to him.

"You were the only one that came to help me.

If it had not been for _you_, I should be there still!".