I never did like that Dick, and I have always been afraid Lois would care for him." "I think it is a great misfortune," Gifford said gravely.
"Oh, well, I don't know," demurred Mrs.Dale.

"It is an excellent match; and his carelessness now--well, it is only to be expected from a young man who would carry his mother off from--from our care, to be looked after by a hired nurse.

He thought," said Mrs.Dale, bridling her head and pursing up her lips, "that a lot of 'fussy old women' couldn't take care of her.

Still, it will be a good marriage for Lois.

I'm bound to say that, though I have never liked him." The young people did not talk much as they went down into the garden.
Lois pointed out what roses Gifford might cut, and, taking them from him, put them into the little basket on her arm.
"How I miss Helen!" she said at last.
"Yes, of course," he answered, "but think how soon you'll see her in Lockhaven;" and then he tried to make her talk of the lumber town, and the people, and John Ward.