I don't want them to know who I am, but for public opinion generally I care nothing." He leaned back in his chair.

His face was in shadow and I could not see it, but his tone was grave enough.
"You think you don't," he said, slowly, "but there may come a time when you will.

There may come a time when you get so interested in something, or some person, that the thought of what folks would say if--if anything went wrong would keep you awake night after night.

Oh, I tell you, Ros--Hello, Nellie! thought you'd gone South to pick those berries yourself.

Two saucers full! Well, I suppose I must eat the other to save it--unless Ros here wants both." I said one would be quite sufficient for the present, and we three chatted until Mrs.Dean came over and monopolized the chat.
"Don't go, Roscoe," protested the matron.