Some of the blossoms fell and lay entrapped in her hair.
"This," he answered frankly.

She met his gaze quickly, and with suspicion.

His face was smiling, but not so his eyes.

"Wherever I am, if content, I like that place best.

And I am content here." "You fought with Greece ?" "Yes." "How that country always rouses our sympathies! Isn't there a little too much poetry and not enough truth about it ?" "There is.