Indeed, he told me about you.

You see, we really are friends, in a way, aren't we ?" "We are indeed, and you are awfully good.

Goodbye!" "Goodbye," she said, "and if I leave here soon, I promise to let you know." And Barry rode away, his heart in such a turmoil as he had never known.
In his ears lingered the music of that soft voice, and his eyes saw a bewildering complexity of dancing ringlets and lustrous glances, until he drew up at the rear of the column and found himself riding once more beside his friend, the M.O.
"Congratulations, old man," said the doctor.

"She's a blossom, all right.

Cheer up; you may find her bending over your white face some day, holding your hand, or smoothing your brow, in the approved V.A.D.
manner." "Oh, shut up, doc," said Barry with quite unusual curtness.