| It sat there in its garden and watched with mild interest the hasty world go by |
| A very lonely little girl, sitting at a certain place on the third step from the bottom of the stairs |
| The home of her girlhood seemed dreadfully shabby, small, and old-fashioned |
| I soon found that every one else in the office, Anthy included, had begun to be interested in Nort |
| "I tell you, Miss Doane," said Nort, explosively, "the only way to make a success of the Star is to publish the truth about Hempfield——" |
| "Practical!" he exploded. "You are a blackguard, sir! You are a scoundrel, sir!" |
| The old Captain was perfect. He was a very pattern of gallantry |
| "Toys! Mere circus tricks to take in fools!" |
| "I couldn't stay away another minute. I had to know what the old Captain said and did when the flying machine came to Hempfield" |
| Fergus stuck his small battered volume of Robert Burns's poems in his pocket—and going out of the back door struck out for the hills |
