Good-morning." "Gerald wouldn't like it if I went to her when she said not; I must stay here," said Phebe turning her distressed face to Halloway, who had stood a silent spectator of it all.

"Oh, I'm so sorry it happened! Isn't it too bad ?" "It certainly is,--for the dog." "She won't get over it for ever so long, and it wasn't really her fault.
She was only in fun when she turned her horse that way.

Gerald is very tender-hearted." "I see she is,--toward dogs." "Mr.Halloway, you don't like her!" "Miss Phebe, I am madly in love with her." "Don't laugh at me, please.

Isn't she handsome ?" "Well, I couldn't judge of the length of her hair." "Nonsense, tell me what you really think of her." Denham pondered a moment.

"I think all sorts of things," he answered presently, with an amused laugh.