I have made mother promise to open the house in April, so in a month more I shall see you.
I had an awful time to get her to come; she hates the country except in summer, but at last she said she would.

She knows why I want to come, and she would be so happy if"-- and then the letter trailed off into a wail of disappointment and love.
Impatient and worried, Lois threw the pages into the fire, and had a malicious satisfaction in watching the elaborate crest curl and blacken on the red coals.

"I wish he'd stay away," she said; "he bothers me to death.

I hate him! What a silly letter!" It was so silly, she found herself smiling, in spite of her annoyance.
Now, to feel amusement at one's lover is almost as fatal as to be bored by him.

But poor Dick had no one to tell him this, and had poured out his heart on paper, in spite of some difficulty in spelling, and could not guess that he was laughed at for his pains.
Miss Deborah and Miss Ruth were rewarded for their walk into Ashurst by a letter from Gifford, which made them quite forget Mr.Denner's looks, and Mrs.Dale's bad taste in being a matchmaker.
He would be at home for one day the next week; business had called him from Lockhaven, and on his way back he would stay a night in Ashurst.
The little ladies were flurried with happiness.