"I fear I must go on." "Don't you love it ?" inquired Larry enthusiastically and with a touch of impatience in his voice.
"Oh, yes, it is lovely," said Jane.
"But, Jane, you will not get wild over it," said Larry.
"Get wild?
I love it, really I do.

But why should I get wild over it.
Oh, I know you think, and Papa thinks, that I am awful.

He says I have no poetry in me, and perhaps he is right." In a few minutes the car stopped at the door of Mrs.Waring-Gaunt's house.

"I shall just run in for a moment," said Mrs.Waring-Gaunt.
"Kathleen will want to see you, and perhaps will go home with you.

I shall send her out." Out from the vine-shadowed porch into the white light came Kathleen, stood a moment searching the faces of the party, then moved toward Dr.
Brown with her hands eagerly stretched out.