I wager you'd make a good camp manager if you took hold of the job." "Would you revive me a second time if I threatened to faint ?" she queried, gayly.

"You and Imogene Martin gave me just the right treatment that evening, for you kept my thoughts off the ordeal I'd been through.

Next day I was myself, as I told you when you called up." "I haven't seen you since that day," Lee remarked.

"I was really worried that afternoon, you know." And an echo of the anxiety he had suffered sounded in his voice.
Her face showed that she noted it, and it softened.
"And you have so many anxieties, too," said she.
He stirred, then withdrew his gaze from her and directed it out a window.

The emotion he had experienced that afternoon when she sat before his fire, when she sat there so frank and so simple-hearted, was rising in his breast again.