I guess that's a sure thing, and it makes me bold to tell you what I have.

Why are you so silent Jerrie?
Don't you love me a little?
That is all I ask at first, for I know I can make you love me a great deal in time.

I will be so kind and true to you.

Jerrie, and father, and mother, and Nina will be so glad.

Speak to me, Jerrie, and say you will try to love me, if you do not now.' As he talked he had drawn the girl closer to him, where she sat rigid as a stone, wholly unmindful of the little puddles of water--and they were puddles now--running down her back, for Dick had tilted the parasol in such a manner that one of the points rested upon the nape of her neck.
But she did not know it, or think of any thing except the pain she must inflict upon the young man wooing her so differently from what Tom Tracy had done.