"I will die by my own hand sooner." "Ah, I can't help liking you," Doris said impulsively, as if in explanation or excuse.

"You're so big." "Thank you," Jeff said very earnestly.

"And you won't cry any more ?" She uttered a whimsical little laugh.

"But I wasn't crying for myself," she said, as she dried her eyes.

"I was crying for you." "Well, you mustn't," said Jeff.