Why, it hurt me worse than anything I can remember.

I hope you know now." "Well, I do know now," he exclaimed.
"It wasn't so much that you tried to do--what you did," answered Hilma, the single deep swell from her waist to her throat rising and falling in her emotion.

"It was that you thought that you could--that anybody could that wanted to--that I held myself so cheap.

Oh!" she cried, with a sudden sobbing catch in her throat, "I never can forget it, and you don't know what it means to a girl." "Well, that's just what I do want," he repeated.

"I want you to forget it and have us be good friends." In his embarrassment, Annixter could think of no other words.