Anna Chapin Ray

“ Blanchard, back from his run to the south, had called him up to ask for Day first, then for Rob himself. And Rob had said to his father, as he had left the telephone,—
"Funny thing how you happen on a man and, all at once, feel you're going to know him always! You'll never understand how good that fellow was to me, nor what a gentleman he really is."
Nevertheless, in his more active gratitude to Blanchard, Rob had some shreds left over to give to Ronald Leslie. Even more than Janet, Ronald shared his anxiety for Day, his loneliness without her. ”

“ Strange to say, he had never discussed with Day this phase of Ronald's life. Rob had avoided the subject from the inherent masculine hatred of petty gossip, Day from a sense that Ronald's confidence had closed her lips, when otherwise she might have spoken. Now at last, however, there seemed to have come home to Rob the consciousness of just what Ronald Leslie's present life might be meaning to him.
"We're all alike," he remarked to himself, one night. "None of us are quite satisfied with what we get out of the grab bag. I hanker for the gridiron, Ronald hankers for the fleshpots. ”

“ You see, I know the ground, every inch of it, and love it," she explained. "My father nearly wrote a book about it; and he used to bring me here and talk to me, until I almost felt as if it were my very own, like something that had happened to me. ”