I am very, very sorry, and I hope that some day very soon you will make some more money and be happy again." Her lips were quivering.

A single glance into her face assured him of her honesty.

He took the hand which she held out and pressed her fingers.
"Little Julie," he said, "you are a brick.

Don't you bother about me.

It isn't quite so bad as I made out--only don't tell your mother that." "I'm very glad," she murmured.