You know, of course, that it's Althea I'm in love with, and have been for years and years.

Well, there it is,' Franklin was picking tall blades of grass that grew in a little tuft near by and putting them neatly together as he spoke.

'There it is, but even with the pain of just that sort of failure to bear, I don't intend that my life shall be ruined.

It can't be, by the loss of that hope.

I'm not good enough for Althea.