Wouldn't it be awful if--if we were to be married--and then got like that, too ?" "We never, never could! Oh, we couldn't! You know as well as I do that we couldn't!" "They must have felt that way once," she mused, her thoughts still upon the indifferent ones, "but I suppose if people were awfully careful to guard against it, they wouldn't get that way--" She felt Wally's arm along the back of the bench.
"Don't be afraid of love, Mary," he whispered.

"Don't you know by now that it's the one great thing in life ?" "I wonder...." breathed Mary.
"Oh, but it is.

You shouldn't wonder.

It's the sweetest story ever told--the greatest adventure ever lived--" But still old dreams echoed in her memory, though growing fainter with every breath she drew.
"It's all right for the man," she murmured.

"If he gets tired of hearing the story, he's got other thoughts to occupy his mind.