It isn't my fault, as you know." "Oh! I know that." "Yes, and I object to having others choose my friends for me, people who, because of a fanatical prejudice, stand in the way of--If it wasn't for that, you might call and see Mrs.Coffin, just as you used to do." Grace shook her head.

They had moved on to the bend of the bluff, beyond the fringe of pines, and were now standing at the very edge of the high bank.
"If it wasn't for that, you would come," asserted the minister.
"Yes, I suppose so.

I should like to come.

I miss my talks with Aunt Keziah more than you can imagine--now especially.

But, somehow, what we want to do most seems to be what we mustn't, and what we don't like is our duty." She said this without looking at him, and the expression on her face was the same sad, grave one he had noticed when he first saw her standing alone by the pine.
"Why don't you come ?" he persisted.
"I can't, of course.