Go bathe your face, Ruth, and wash away all trace of tears.

Put on the pink powder, and in a few weeks you will have colour to outdo the wildest rose.

You must be as gay as you can the remainder of this night." "I will!" cried the Girl.

"I will! Oh I didn't know a thing on earth could make me happy! I didn't know I really could be glad.

Oh if the ice in my heart would melt, and the wall break down, and the girlhood I've never known would come yet! Oh David, if it would!" "Before the Lord it shall!" vowed the Harvester.