He had gone away without a word or sign.

Gilbert Palgrave held her in such small respect that he waited with patience for her to come, although married, into his arms.

And there was not a man or a woman on the Round-about, except Alice, who really cared whether she ever went back again.

The greedy squirrel peeked at her from behind a fern, recognized his old playmate, and came forward in a series of runs and leaps.

With a little cry Joan bent down and held out her hand.