"I have never believed that the lower jaw of a well-bred girl could actually drop open.

But Laura's did.

With a good strong light, Allan told me, he could have examined her tonsils for her.
Rather a disgusting thought.

You see until she saw me there, poor Laura had me so thoroughly placed--my school-marm job, my tastes and habits, everything, all cut and dried.

She has never once come to my school, and in every talk we've ever had there has always been some perfectly good and absorbing reason why we should talk about Laura alone." "There is now," said her father.