He's a good comrade; nothing more." "If you loved Tom, your father and I would be glad to welcome him as our son, Grace," was her mother's quiet reply.

"He is a remarkably fine type of young man, but unless you reach the point where you are certain that he is, and always will be, the one man in the world for you, you would be doing not only yourself but him too, the greatest possible injury if you promised to marry him." "That is just it!" exclaimed Grace.

"I told him so, but I know that didn't console him.

Last June when I came home from Overton I thought perhaps I might say 'yes' later on.

But now that I've been working for almost a year I find I'd rather keep on working.