In turn she studied him, and in many ways made herself useful to him.

Often she looked at him with large and speculative eyes as he sat reading letters, or papers, or smoking.
The world was all right with Kate when they crossed the sand dunes as they neared the city.

She was sorry about the situation in her home, but she smiled sardonically as she thought how soon her father would forget his anger when he heard about the city home and the kind of farm she could have, merely by consenting to take it.

She was that sure of John Jardine; yet he had not asked her to marry him.

He had seemed on the verge of it a dozen times, and then had paused as if better judgment told him it would be wise to wait a little longer.