It will be a hard trek, Miss Kathlyn.

Ten miles over sand is worse than fifty over turf.

I don't think we'll see any more of those ruffians." "Kathlyn," she said.
"Well--Kathlyn!" "Or, better still, at home they call me Kit." They smiled into each other's eyes, and no words were needed.

Thus quickly youth discards its burdens! That he did not take her into his arms at once proved the caliber of the man.

And Kathlyn respected him none the less for his control.