Do you suppose I _can_ love a man who differs so in opinion on this matter of--of psychology----" "Yes, you blessed goose! You sure can! For, you see, this poppycock,--I beg your pardon,--this poppychology is but a flash in the pan, a rift in the lute, a fly in the ointment.

Ahem, I'm getting poetical now! Well, in a short space of period, you will have forgotten all this rubbish,--er,--soul-rubbish, you know,--and you'll be thinking only of how glad you are that you love me and I love you,--just as Mona and Roger are, in these blissful days before their marriage.

Oh, Patty, you are going to marry me, aren't you, dear?
I can't stand it, if you say no." Patty looked at him, and a troubled expression filled her blue eyes.
"I don't know, Philip.

Honestly, I don't know.

But it seems to me if I am going to love you such a lot two weeks from now, I ought to care more than I do now." "Oh, that's all right, darling.