"I know from what he said that you, and he too, are afraid that I shall make myself disagreeable; so I've come in to say that I shall do nothing of the kind." "Dear Clarence, that wasn't what Geoff meant, or I either," said Clover, with a rush of relief, and holding out both her hands to him; "what we were afraid of was that you might be unhappy." "Well," in a husky tone, and holding the little hands very tight, "it isn't easy, of course, to give up a hope.

I've held on to mine all this time, though I've told myself a hundred times that I was a fool for doing so, and though I knew in my heart it was no use.

Now I've had two days to think it over and get past the first shock, and, Clover, I've decided.

You and Geoff are the best friends I've got in the world.

I never seemed to make friends, somehow.