What am I to do, Grace?
Break my engagement while there is still time or--or--" Arline subsided with a little sob.
"Poor Daffydowndilly." Bending, Grace wound her arms about the dainty, child-like figure.

"It's a hard problem--hard because I suppose you must care a great deal for him." "I think I must love him, or I wouldn't wish to marry him," came the muffled reply.

"Still I won't give up my work.

Those poor settlement children need me.

He can't understand that.