I sympathize with your anxiety.

Good night!" Alexander Herron threw out his hands in protest.
"I wouldn't mind admitting that you are a gentleman in a month or two," he said, "but it's a demnation humiliation to have it literally wrung from me to-night!" He banged the door in the face of the amazed Harvester, who turned to the Girl as she leaned against the mantel.

He stood absorbing the glowing picture of beauty and health that she made.

She had removed her travelling dress and shoes, and was draped in a fleecy white wool kimono and wearing night slippers.

Her hair hung in two big braids as it had during her illness.