"I felt--why, I felt here"-- she pressed her hand to her heart "all the pangs of unrequited love--oh, go away, go back to the house and read that to her! She's in the sitting-room, and my mother's away down-town.
Now's your chance, Claude Melnotte." She put both hands on his big, panting chest and pushed him backward towards the house.

"You're good enough for anybody, and if I wasn't so young and daren't leave mother till I get my wisdom-teeth cut, and till I'm thirty-seven--oh, oh, oh!" She laughed till the tears came into her eyes.

"This is as good as--as a play." "It's the best acted play I ever saw, from 'Ten Nights in a Bar-room' to 'Struck Oil,'" rejoined Jesse Bulrush, with a face still half ashamed yet beaming.

"But, tell me, you heartless little woman, are the verses worth anything?
Do you think she'll like them ?" Kitty grew suddenly serious, and a curious look he could not read deepened in her eyes.

"Nurse 'll like them--of course she will," she said gently.