You know him, Mandy, my very best friend." "What does he want, Allan ?" said Mandy, anxiety in her voice.
"Want?
Any one of a thousand things.

You run in and see while I put up the ponies." "I don't like it," said Mandy, walking with him toward the stable.

"Do you know, I feel there is something--I have felt all day a kind of dread that--" "Nonsense, Mandy! You're not that style of girl.

Run away into the house." But still Mandy waited beside him.
"We've had a great day, Allan," she said again.

"Many great days, and this, one of the best.