'That is, it does if one of them is so kind and so pacifying as you are; you do remind me of the trees,' she smiled.
'Ah, well, that's very sweet of you, very sweet indeed,' said Franklin, looking about him at the limpid green.

'It makes me feel I'm not intruding, to have you say that to me.

It didn't follow, of course, because I'm glad to find you that you would be glad I'd come.

You don't show it much, Miss Buchanan'-- he was looking at her again--'your crying.' 'I'm always afraid that I show it dreadfully.

That's the worst of it, I don't dare indulge in it often.' 'No, you don't show it much.