"Was the boy amused or--or scared ?" "I don't know," which was hardly true, but the chivalry of childhood forbade tale-telling and he learned very little.

"He was rather tired and cold, so I made him go to his room and rest." "Poor child!" said Aunt Ann.
James Penhallow looked at Leila.

Some manner of signals were interchanged.

"I saw Billy digging in the big drift," he said.

"I trust he found the young gentleman's cane." Some pitying, dim comprehension of the delicately nurtured lad had brought to the social surface the kindliness of the girl and she said no more.
"It is time to dress for dinner," said Ann.