"Forgive me, Anne--that was hateful.

I ought to be thankful--and I AM--that I have two good friends who are glad to count me in as a third.

Don't mind my hateful speeches.

I just seem to be one great pain all over and everything hurts me." "Leslie seemed very quiet tonight, didn't she ?" said Gilbert, when he and Anne reached home.

"What in the world was she doing over there on the bar alone ?" "Oh, she was tired--and you know she likes to go to the shore after one of Dick's bad days." "What a pity she hadn't met and married a fellow like Ford long ago," ruminated Gilbert.