But Bud happened to be a simple-souled fellow, and there was something about Marie--He didn't know what it was.

Men never do know, until it is all over.

He only knew that the drive through the shady stretches of woodland grew suddenly to seem like little journeys into paradise.

Sentiment lurked behind every great, mossy tree bole.

New beauties unfolded in the winding drive up over the mountain crests.