"I'll know something about the North Pole before long," she said, "if we keep going much farther in this direction!" At this he was remorseful.

"All right, we'll turn, and drive south awhile till you get warmed up again.

I expect we have been going against the wind about long enough.

Indeed, I'm sorry!" He said, "Indeed, I'm sorry," in a nice way, and looked very strikingly handsome when he said it, she thought.

No doubt it is true that there is more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner repented than over all the saints who consistently remain holy, and the rare, sudden gentlenesses of arrogant people have infinitely more effect than the continual gentleness of gentle people.