If one lung is gone and the other going, I intend to enjoy myself while it goes." "Carter!" begged Ruth, appealingly.
He laughed.

"You ought to be glad to get rid of me, Ruth.

You've bothered your head about me ever since you were born." She slipped her hand into his as it lay on the table, and looked at him wistfully.
"The idea of the old governor thinking we'd want to stay here!" he said, with a curl of the lip.
"Perfectly ridiculous!" echoed Mrs.Nelson.
"I don't know," said Ruth; "it's more like home than any place else.

I don't think I could ever bear to sell it." "Now, my dear Ruth," said Mrs.Nelson, in genuine alarm, "don't be sentimental, I beg of you.

When once you make your debut, you'll feel very different about things.