"All day and every day I'm being stung down town, and I'm not going to stand for it here!" Stephanie let him aid her to the top of a fallen log, glancing back once or twice toward Neville, who was sauntering forward among the trees, pretending to look for ginseng.
"Do you notice how Louis has changed ?" she said, keeping her balance on the log.

"I cannot bear to see him so thin and colourless." Cameron now entertained a lively suspicion how matters stood, and knew that Stephanie also suspected; but he only said, carelessly: "It's probably dissipation.

You know what a terrible pace he's been going from the cradle onward." She smiled quietly.

"Yes, I know, Sandy.

And I know, too, that you are the only man who has been able to keep up that devilish pace with him." "I've led a horrible life," muttered Cameron darkly.
Stephanie laughed; he gave her his hand as she stood balanced on the big log; she laid her fingers in his confidently, looked into his honest face, still laughing, then sprang lightly to the ground.
"What a really good man you are!" she said tormentingly.
"Oh, heaven! If you call me that I'm really done for!" "Done for ?" she exclaimed in surprise.