Two boys together.
I have a fancy I'd like to sail up a river in China." Linda saw that river, very wide, covered with little rafts and boats.

She saw the yellow hats of the boatmen and she heard their high, thin voices as they called...
"Yes, papa." But just then a very broad young man with bright ginger hair walked slowly past their house, and slowly, solemnly even, uncovered.

Linda's father pulled her ear teasingly, in the way he had.
"Linny's beau," he whispered.
"Oh, papa, fancy being married to Stanley Burnell!" Well, she was married to him.

And what was more she loved him.

Not the Stanley whom every one saw, not the everyday one; but a timid, sensitive, innocent Stanley who knelt down every night to say his prayers, and who longed to be good.