Clover," he went on, for, puzzled at his tone, she made no answer, "couldn't you like me a little ?" "I like you a great deal.

You come next to Phil and Dorry with me." "Hang Phil and Dorry! Who wants to come next to them?
I want you to like me a great deal more than that.

I want you to love me.

Couldn't you, Clover ?" "How strangely you talk! I do love you, of course.

You're my cousin." "I don't care to be loved 'of course.' I want to be loved for myself.
Clover, you know what I mean; you must know.