She'd only have to say that she don't think as much of me as I think she ought to.

And, then----" "She'll keep pretty silent about that, I think," interrupted Owen, grinning at the girl's crimson face.
"I wouldn't be takin' your word for it," grinned Sanderson, "it wouldn't be reliable." "Why--" began Mary, and looked at Owen.
"Sure," he laughed, "I'll go and take a walk.

There are times when three can't explain a thing as well as two." There was a silence following Owen's departure.
Then Mary looked shyly at Sanderson, who was watching her with a smile.
"Does it need any explaining ?" she began.

"Can't you see that----" "Shucks, little girl," he said gently, as he leaned toward her, "words ain't--well, words ain't so awful important, are they ?" Apparently words were not important.

For within the next few minutes there were few spoken.