But--there are no such things as weeds; a weed is only a miracle in the wrong place....
Well--shall we walk and moralise or remain here and make cat-cradle conversation ?...

You are looking at me very solemnly." "I was thinking--" "What ?" "That, perhaps, I never before knew a girl as well as I know you." "Not even Miss Suydam ?" "Lord, no! I never dreamed of knowing her--I mean her real self.

You understand, she and I have always taken each other for granted--never with any genuine intimacy." "Oh! And--this--ours--is genuine intimacy ?" "Is it not ?" For a moment her teeth worried the bright velvet of her lip, then meeting his gaze: "I mean to be--honest--with you," she said with a tremor in her voice; but her regard wavered under his.

"I mean to be," she repeated so low he scarcely heard her.

Then with a sudden animation a little strained: "When this winter has become a memory let it be a happy one for you and me.