"It's all 'up to me,'" she said quietly.
"Don't you see that it is?
You haven't a thing in the world to do but follow my lead.

Won't you trust me enough to know that you will not be asked to do anything that would be too hard?
Believe in me enough to feel I will put through anything I begin?
Isn't it rather--oh, unthrifty, to let pasts and futures spoil presents?
Some time soon we may want to talk of the future, but just now there's only the present.

And not a very terrifying present.

Nothing more fearful than winding in and out of the wooded roads of this beautiful place--listening to birds and--but come--" changing briskly to the practical and helping her rise as though dismissing the question--"I hear our horse." "I see Miss Jones has got some of her swell friends visitin' her," a soldier who was cutting grass remarked to a comrade newer to the service.
"Great swell--they tell me Miss Jones is.

They say she's it in Washington all right--way ahead of some that outranks her.