But I know you will like him." "I shall expect to," said Hawker.
"I'm so glad he is coming.

What time does that morning stage get here ?" "About eleven," said Hawker.
"He wrote that he would come then.

I hope he won't disappoint us." "Undoubtedly he will be here," said Hawker.
The wind swept from the ridge top, where some great bare pines stood in the moonlight.

A loon called in its strange, unearthly note from the lakeshore.

As Hawker turned the boat toward the dock, the flashing rays from the boat fell upon the head of the girl in the rear seat, and he rowed very slowly.
The girl was looking away somewhere with a mystic, shining glance.