Peach, isn't she ?" "Laura! That's a sweet name," murmured Jordan to himself.

His mind was now running riot, not only with plans to drive Dick Prescott out of the Army, but also to win the heart of Laura Bentley.
"Hold on, Jord," begged Douglass, halting and leaning against a post in the veranda structure.

"Don't take me to your sister just yet.

Let me get my breath, my nerves, my wits back again." "Take an hour," advised Jordan laconically.

"You need it.