But I want to tell you now that I count on you in all this, even though you don't 'talk much,' as you say; I count on you more than I do on anybody else, and I trust you when you say you're my friend, and it makes me happy.

And I think perhaps you're right about Fred Mitchell.

Talk isn't everything, nobody knows that better than I, who talk so much! and I think that, instead of talking to Fred, a steady, quiet influence like yours would do more good than any amount of arguing.

So I trust you, you see?
And I'm sorry I had that queer doubt of you." She held out her hand.

"Unless I happen to see you on the campus for a minute, in the meantime, it's good-bye until a week from to-day.