Slowly the night fell, and as they rode under the branches of the oaks, Jack took courage to say: "I wish Miss Yardwell had been here, Harry." "It's no use talking about her; she don't care two straws for me; if she had she would have written to me, at least." "Her mother may have been dying." "Even that needn't keep her from letting me know or sending some word.
She didn't care for me--she was just trying to convert me." "She wasn't the kind of a girl who flirts.

By jinks! You should see her look right through the boys that used to try to walk home with her after prayer meeting.

They never tried it a second time.

She's a wonder that way.

One strange thing about her, she never acts like other girls.