I'm not insane.

I've slept the night through.

And I'm tired and terribly in earnest." "You did say your ward." "I did.

Mr.Craig--the uncle, you remember, an invalid--died.

And he's made me the guardian of his niece--" "The poor boob." Garry's voice was sad and sincere.
"Garry! Are you or are you not my friend ?" "I am." "Then listen.