Meet me halfway, won't you ?" "Yes, indeed, and then some! I'm a great little old halfway meeter, you bet!" "I'm sure of it!" Gale was laughing now.

"Let's go out on the verandah and talk it over." "Don't trust him too implicitly, Miss Thorpe," warned Betty; "my brother is a first-grade scalawag,--and I want you to be forewarned!" "There, there, Sis, I'll do my own forewarning.

Come along, Miss Thorpe, we'll sit under the spreading wistaria tree." The two disappeared, and there was a moment's silence, and then Patty said, "Our cousin is from Arizona, and it's hard for her, at first, to adapt herself to our more formal ways.

It must be great out there,--all wide spaces, and big, limitless distances--" "God's country!" said Farnsworth, who always had a love for his Western wilds.
"Nix!" cried Betty, "I've been there, and it's just one cactus after another!" "Well, cactuses are all right,--in their place," said Patty, smiling.
"They're as much verdure as maples or redwoods." "Quite different kind of verdure," said Betty.

"Now, Patty, I want to do something for your cousin,--right away, I mean, to help you launch her." "Oh, no, Betty; you're awfully kind, but--" "Yes, I shall, too.