"It is very hard for him.

But he carries his difficulties nobly.

He is a son to be proud of." And she wept a little.
Diantha slipped her hand in his offered arm--he clasped it warmly with his, and they walked along together.
"You won't come in and see mother and the girls ?" "No, thank you; not this time.

I must get home and get supper.

Besides, I'd rather see just you." He felt it a pity that there were so many houses along the road here, but squeezed her hand, anyhow.
She looked at him keenly.