I am glad, too, that you are going to be busy once more in the way you like and ought to be.

You must tell me about your work every day.

Now go, because your dinner is ready and, of course, you must be getting back to the bank.

Kiss me, Boy." And as I bent over her she put her arms about my neck.
"Boy," she whispered, "I know there is some reason for your doing this, a reason which you have not told me.

You will tell me some day, won't you ?" I straightened hurriedly and tried to laugh.