I'm only thinking." "Then I wish you wouldn't think, for you get a great wrinkle in your forehead, your eyes grow almost black, and your mouth looks fierce.

You are a very odd person, Paul; one minute as gay as any boy, and the next as grave and stern as a man with a deal of work to do." "I _have_ got a deal of work to do, so no wonder I look old and grim." "What work, Paul ?" "To make my fortune and win my lady." When Paul spoke in that tone and wore that look, Lillian felt as if they had changed places, and he was the master and she the servant.

She wondered over this in her childish mind, but proud and willful as she was, she liked it, and obeyed him with unusual meekness when he suggested that it was time to return.

As he rode silently beside her, she stole covert glances at him from under her wide hat brim, and studied his unconscious face as she had never done before.

His lips moved now and then but uttered no audible sound, his black brows were knit, and once his hand went to his breast as if he thought of the little sweetheart whose picture lay there.
He's got a trouble.