Don't you see how I care--how I must have cared all this time, to let the thought of you make such a difference in my life ?" There was no mistaking the deep tenderness of his voice or the earnestness of his question.

Lloyd felt the blood surge up in her face and her heart throbbed so fast she could hear it beat.

But she hastily thrust back the proffered turquoise, saying, in confusion: "Then I can't wear it! Take it back, please; I promised Papa Jack--" "Promised him what ?" asked Phil, as she hesitated.
"Well, it's rathah hard to explain," she began in much confusion, "unless you knew the story of 'The Three Weavahs.' Then you'd undahstand." "But I don't know it, and I'd rather like an explanation of some kind.

I think you'll have to make it clear to me why you can't accept it, and what it was you promised your father." "Oh, I can't tell it to make it sound like anything," she began, desperately.

"It was like this.