It is we who must invent something." "Yes, dear, we will try," Jeanne said with a quiver in her lip, and then she suddenly burst into tears.
"You mustn't give way, Jeanne," Harry said, when she recovered herself a little.

"You know how much I trust to your advice; if you were to break down I should lose heart.

Do not think of Marie's letter as a good-bye.

I have not lost hope yet, by a long way.

Why, we have done wonders already in managing to get a letter in to her and to have her reply.