"The paper is saved, Buddie--saved by an angel in light brown.

You can tell it by the look of her." "Gee!" said Bud.
Mr.Schofield had come, blushing, to join them.

"Say, Cale, did you notice the color of her eyes ?" "Yes; they're gray." "I thought so, too, show day, and at Kedge Halloway's lecture; but, say, Cale, they're kind of changeable.

When she come in upstairs with you and Fisbee, they were jest as blue!--near matched the color of our ribbons." "Gee!" repeated Mr.Tipworthy.
When the editorial chamber had been made so Beat that it almost glowed--though it could never be expected to shine as did Fisbee and Caleb Parker and Ross Schofield that morning--the editor took her seat at the desk and looked over the few items the gentlemen had already compiled for her perusal.

Mr.Parker explained many technicalities peculiar to the Carlow "Herald," translated some phrases of the printing-room, and enabled her to grasp the amount of matter needed to fill the morrow's issue.
When Parker finished, the three incompetents sat watching the little figure with the expression of hopeful and trusting terriers.