So I'll be starting on.

If you don't mind, I'll cross your lawn, and take the main road.

It's easier going, at night than by way of the mangrove swamp and the beach.

Good night, Miss--" "Wait!" she interposed, worry creeping into her sweet voice.
"I--I can't let you go like this.

Do you really mean you have to sleep out of doors and that you have no money?
I don't want to be impertinent, but--" "'Nobody need starve in Florida,'" he quoted, gravely.
"'Nobody who is willing to work.