I hope to be a credit to you and depend on your keeping me straight, for I'm afraid I shall be spoilt among you all." "I'll keep my eye on you upon one condition," replied the youthful mentor.
"Name it." "If you are going to have a lot of lovers around, I wash my hands of you.

If not, I'm your man." "You must be sheep dog and help keep them away, for I don't want any yet awhile and, between ourselves, I don't believe I shall have any if it is known that I am strong-minded.

That fact will scare most men away like a yellow flag," said Rose, for, thanks to Dr.Alec's guardianship, she had wasted neither heart nor time in the foolish flirtations so many girls fritter away their youth upon.
"Hum! I rather doubt that," muttered Mac as he surveyed the damsel before him.
She certainly did not look unpleasantly strong-minded, and she was beautiful in spite of her modest denials.

Beautiful with the truest sort of beauty, for nobility of character lent its subtle charm to the bloom of youth, the freshness of health, the innocence of a nature whose sweet maidenliness Mac felt but could not describe.

Gentle yet full of spirit, and all aglow with the earnestness that suggests lovely possibilities and makes one hope that such human flowers may have heaven's purest air and warmest sunshine to blossom in.
"Wait and see," answered Rose; then, as her uncle's voice was heard in the hall, she held out her hand, adding pleasantly, "The old times are to begin again, so come soon and tell me all your doings and help me with mine just as you used to do." "You really mean it ?" And Mac looked much pleased.
"I really do.