I am merely saying that it is a crime for her to be penned up for life in this--this desert.

I doubt very much whether her parentage will ever be known, and perhaps it is just as well that it isn't to be.

Still, I am interested." "Mamma, I think it would be very nice to ask her to come to Boston for a week or two, don't you ?" suggested Edith Bonner, warmly but doubtfully.
"Bully!" exclaimed Wicker, forgetting in his excitement that he was a cripple.

"Have her come on to stop a while with you, Ede.

It will be a great treat for her and, by George, I'm inclined to think it maybe somewhat beneficial to us." "Your enthusiasm is beautiful, Wicker," said his mother, perfectly unruffled.