I suppose it is only right that I should pay the heavier price." "If I thought there was a chance to get Lutie back, I'd--" But there he stopped as he always stopped.

He had never been able to end that sentence, and he had got just that far with it a million times or more.
"Have you tried to get her back ?" she demanded suddenly, a flash of interest in her eyes.

It was to grow into genuine enthusiasm.

The impulse at the back of her mind was to develop into an idea, later into a strong, definite purpose.

It had for its foundation a hitherto unsuspected desire to do good.
"Great Scot, no!" "Then _try_, George," she cried, a new thrill in her voice.
He was bewildered.