I--I've never spoken of her before--I wasn't fit--" "Yes ?" said Carl.
"She's a little bit of a girl with wonderful eyes," said Wherry, his eyes gentle.

"We used to play a lot by the brook, Carl, until I went away to college and forgot.

I--I wrote her the whole wretched mess," he choked.

"She says come back." "Yes," said Carl sombrely, "there are fine, big splendid women like that.

I'm glad you know one.