"You don't know anything ab-b-bout being in love." Sandy surveyed her with tolerant sadness.

Little her childish heart knew of the depths through which he was passing.
"Do you love him very much ?" he asked.
She nodded violently.

"Better than any b-boy I was ever engaged to." "He's not worth it." "He is!" A strained silence, then he said: "Nettie, could you be forgiving me if I told you the Lord's truth ?" "Don't you suppose dad's kept me p-posted about his faults?
Why, he would walk a mile to find out something b-bad about Carter Nelson." "He wouldn't have to.

Nelson's a bad lot, Nettie.

It isn't all his fault; it's the price he pays for his blue blood.