Why did you not tell me ?" "I was only waiting till I had the chance," she answered, all the brightness coming back into her bonny face as she smiled up at him.
"Do you think I could keep any thing so nice from you for long?
It seems to make every thing nicer when you know it too.

She is coming to-morrow,--only think,--to-morrow,--just twenty-one hours more now.

I can hardly wait!" "It will be a great happiness to her, surely, to see you again," said Denham.
"That's what she writes in her letter.

At least she says: 'I shall be glad to see you again, Phebe, my dear' Isn't that nice?
'Phebe, my dear,' she says.

That is a great deal for Gerald to say." "Is it?
But I believe some young ladies are less effusive with their pens than with their tongues." "It isn't Gerald's nature ever to be effusive.