For a minute they remained so, and then, impulsively and unrestrained, she half-turned and sobbed out against his knees: "Oh, Uncle Bob, I'm so unhappy! I feel so sorry for him.

And--and--the worst is, I don't really understand....

I don't see what worries him.

Our religion is good enough, I'm sure.

Oh, I _hate_ those beasts of men out there! Peter's too good for them.