Fickleness was a thing not to be tolerated.

She had confessed her preference for him over all others; she must and should prove it.

Just when his indignation had reached the exploding-point, he heard his name called.
"Sandy," cried Annette, "what do you think?
Ruth is coming home! Carter is on his way to the d-depot to meet her now.

She's been gone nearly a year.

I never was so crazy to see anyb-body in all my life." Sandy wheeled about.