Bert was kind of like some old sea-captain that comes back to shore after risking his life on the ocean in all kinds of storms, and falls into a duck-pond and gets drowned." She sat a long time staring out over the landscape, still holding his hand.

Inside the fence before the farmhouse three of the New York villains were again engaged in athletic sports, but she seemed oblivious of these.

At last she turned to him again with an illumining smile.
"But I was dead in love once before that, and that's how I know just how you feel about Baxter.

He was the preacher where we used to go to church.

He was a good one.