And if you don't bring Imo and me a box of chocolates, and a big box, when you come back from wherever you're going to-morrow, you need never show your lean brown face again at our doors! I'm dying for some.

Oh, Lee, I really am.

They help so when one's lonely." The pathetic tone in which she uttered the final words sent Bryant off in a fit of laughter.
"You may count on them," he said, at length.
"Your heart's of stone to laugh like that.

Bonbons _do_ help when one is low-spirited." Nevertheless, her spirits were high enough on this afternoon.

All the while that they were gathering raspberries she kept up a lively chatter, and when Lee suggested, now that the basket was full, leaving it at the spot and making an excursion to the head of the gorge, she readily assented.