And now everything is cleared up between us, and I've told you what I'd do--if you really wanted a chance.

I believe in chances for people." The girl, who was young, buried her delicate face in the roses and looked at him.

The kitten, balanced on tiny, wavering legs, stared hard at him, too.

He looked from girl to kitten, conscious of the resemblance, and managed to smother a smile.
"You said," he repeated severely, "that you wanted a chance.

I told you what I could and would do; see that you live and dress decently, stand for your musical, dramatic, athletic, and terpsichorean education and drilling--but not for one atom of nonsense.