Maybe she'd go yet, as mysteriously as she had come, and take him along.

Sometimes I almost wished I hadn't tried to help him; but of course I didn't really.

Then, too, I had sense enough to know that loving each other as they did, they wouldn't live on that close together for years and years, and not find a way to make up for themselves, like they had at the start.
I liked Laddie saying I had made his happiness for him; but I wasn't such a fool that I didn't know he could have made it for himself just as well, and no doubt better.

So everything was all right with Laddie; and what happened to us, the day he rode away for the last time, when he went to stay--what happened to us, then, was our affair.

We had to take it, but every one of us dreaded it, while mother didn't know how to bear it, and neither did I.