She must have thought me perfectly mad--small blame to her! The whole picture ruined, isn't it so?
What made you do it ?' 'Because I was that angry.

I'm not angry now--I'm awful sorry.' 'I wonder .-- It doesn't matter, anyhow.

I'm to blame for making the mistake.' 'What mistake ?' 'Something you wouldn't understand, dear.

Great heavens! to think that a little piece of dirt like you could throw me out of stride!' Dick was talking to himself as Bessie tried to shake off his grip on her wrist.
'I ain't a piece of dirt, and you shouldn't call me so! I did it 'cause I hated you, and I'm only sorry now 'cause you're--'cause you're----' 'Exactly--because I'm blind.

There's noting like tact in little things.' Bessie began to sob.