It'll be fine down the river road.

Then we can talk it over.

Will you ?" Rose looked at him, and thought how strange it was that she did not like him any better, now when she ought to.
"Why have you tried to--to rush me ?" she asked.
"I like you, Rose." "But you don't want me to meet you--go with you, when I--I can't feel as you do ?" "Sure, I want you to, Rose.

Nobody ever likes me right off.

Maybe you will, after you know me.