That fact seemed to make everything right.
She leaned her chin on her palm and tried to still the beating of her heart.

She knew he would come.

Irresponsible, hot-headed, impulsive as he was, he had never failed her.

She glanced impatiently at the clock.
"Miss Rufe, was you ever in love ?" It was black Rachel who broke in upon her thoughts.

She was standing at the foot of the table, her round, good-humored face comically serious.
"No-yes.