How can you ?" With a tender gesture, he laid his free hand on hers while he looked into her downcast face.
"You allude, I suppose, to the sad fact of your birth," he replied gently, "but after you have become my wife, you will, of course need no name but mine." "I'm so sorry, Mr.Mullen, but really I didn't mean you to think--Oh, there's the mill and Abel looking out of the window.

Please, please don't sit so close to me, and look as if we were discussing your sick parishioners." He obeyed her instantly, quite as circumspect as she in his regard for the proprieties.
"You are excited now, Molly dear, but you will not forbid my hoping that you will accept my proposal," he remarked persuasively as the gig drew up to the Revercombs' gate.
"Well, yes, if you'll let me get down now, you may hope, if you wish to." Alighting over the wheel before he could draw off his glove and assist her, she hurried, under Abel's eyes, to the porch, where Blossom Revercomb stood gazing happily in the direction of Jordan's Journey..