You may find that you won't have to stay there as long as you imagine." "You're a true comrade, Loyalheart." Since the day when Grace had named their future residence Haven Home, at the same time telling Tom of the college play in which she had taken part, he had fallen into the habit of calling her Loyalheart.

"That Miss West had the right idea about you," had been his tender criticism.

"There isn't another name in the whole world that could possibly suit you so well." "I hope always to be a good comrade," returned Grace, a faint color stealing into her lately-paling cheeks.

"It's a pretty hard contract always to live up to, though.

While everything is lovely, it's not hard.
When things go wrong, it is.