"Thanks, George.

You are looking out for me, aren't you?
I didn't expect it.
Somehow, I've always felt that nobody cared whether I--" "I'll look out for you as long as I'm able to stand," said he, setting his jaw.

"I wish you could love me, Anne.

I think we'd be pretty good pals, after all, if we got to thinking more about each other and less about ourselves.

Of course, I'm a down-and-outer and don't deserve much in the way of--" "You don't deserve sympathy," she interrupted, laying a firm hand upon his, "and I know you are not asking for it.