"I might have forgiven her if only she hadn't laughed at me.

Whenevah I think of that I want to shake her.

If I live to be a hundred yeahs old, I can nevah think of Fidelia Sattawhite, without remembahin' the mean little way she laughed!" "What kind of a memory are you leaving behind you ?" suggested Mrs.
Sherman, touching the little ring on Lloyd's finger that had been her talisman since the house party.

"Will it be a Road of the Loving Heart ?" Lloyd hesitated.

"No," she acknowledged, frankly.