Kurt felt himself as wax before those blue eyes.

She wanted to thank him.
That would be sweet, but would only make his ordeal harder.

He steeled himself.
"You won't come ?" she asked, and her smile was wistful.
"No--thank you ever so much." "Will you come to see me before you--you go to war ?" "I'll try." "But you must promise.

You've done so much for me and my father....

I--I want you to come to see me--at my home." "Then I'll come," he replied.
Anderson clambered into the car beside his daughter and laid his big hands on the wheel.
"Sure he'll come, or we'll go after him," he declared, heartily.