You have yours ?" "No, Shiela, I haven't any griefs." "Come to me when you have; I shall not humiliate you with words to shame your intelligence and my own.

If you suffer you suffer; but it is well to be near a friend--not _too_ near, Mr.Hamil." "Not too near," he repeated.
"No; that is unendurable.

The counter-irritant to grief is sanity, not emotion.

When a woman is a little frightened the presence of the unafraid is what steadies her." She looked over her shoulder into the water, reached down, broke off a blossom of wild hyacinth, and, turning, drew it through the button-hole of his coat.
"You certainly are very sweet to me," she said quietly.

And, laughing a little: "The entire family adores you with pills--and I've now decorated you with the lovely curse of our Southern rivers.