Ralph Henry Barbour

“ It's funny, too. I used to think that—well, that I'd a good deal rather be out of the way than have to limp the rest of my life. But now I'd be willing to hobble along on crutches, Marjorie; any old way, so long as I could keep you in sight. ”

“ Reed was already looking better, although he was still wrapped in bandages and flat on his back. I had just finished reading a note I had received from Larry.
“What shall I tell him?” I asked, as I tucked it into my belt.
“Tell him I'm getting along famously, thanks to excellent nursing, and that I'm as happy as a clam. And give him my love, sweetheart. That letter didn't sound very broken-hearted, did it? Do you think he's much cut-up about Miss Hare?”
“N-No—no, not terribly. But it's hard to tell about Larry. He doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve as his sister does, you see.” ”

“ Hare. Anyhow, in the end, Mr. Tully had the tables quite turned and Mr. Hare was begging him to be fair and take Jocelyn's money along with her. Mrs. Hare was quite sensible from the first and as soon as she found that both Jocelyn and Mr. Tully were willing to be married all over again, 'in a fitting and Christian way,' as she said, she was perfectly dear about it.”
“And when is the next wedding to take place?” asked Reed.
“In September. And you're going to be best man and I'm going to be one of the bridesmaids.” ”