Mrs.Larramie again said to me, with tears in her eyes, that it made her shudder to think what that home might be if it had not been for me.
Mr.Larramie and Walter promised to get up some fine excursions if I would stay a little longer, and Genevieve made me sit down beside her under a tree.
"I am awfully sorry you are going," she said.

"I always wanted a gentleman friend, and I believe if you'd stay a little longer you'd be one.

You see, Walter is really too old for me to confide in, and Percy thinks he's too old--and that's a great deal worse.

But you're just the age I like.

There are so many things I would say to you if you lived here." Little Clara, cried when she heard I was going, and I felt myself obliged to commit the shameful deception of talking about baby bears and my possible return to this place.
Miss Edith accompanied us to the station, and when I took leave of her on the platform she gave me a good, hearty handshake.