She had married a young farmer, and was going out to Canada.

My mother will never allow her name to be mentioned in our house." They had reached the end of the street again.

Joan held out her hand with a laugh.
"Thanks for the compliment," she said.

"Though I notice you wait till you're going away before telling me." "But quite seriously," she added, "give it a little more thought--the enlisting, I mean.

The world isn't too rich in kind influences.