"I 'm not so dull, and it must be awful to feel alone like that, I told you I--I liked you, and--I do.

Now remember that, please, and be good.

From now on I am not Major McDonald's daughter, not even Miss McDonald--I 'm just Molly McDonald." The gray eyes laughed.
"You are assuming a great risk." "I don't believe it," her forehead wrinkling a little, but her eyes bright.

"You and I can be friends--can't we ?" "We 'll try, out here, at least.

Even if the dream does n't last long, it will be pleasant to remember." "You do not think it will last, then ?" He shook his head.
"I would be a fool to hope; I have been in the army too long." They were still for a minute, the girl's fingers toying with the flap of the haversack, her eyes gazing across the river.