Rainbow Valley

Being frightened of things is worse than the things themselves.

And in the garden the petals of the last red rose were scattered by a sudden little wind. Summer was over—it was autumn.

Have you had enough?" demanded Walter through his clenched teeth.
Dan sulkily admitted that he had.
"My mother doesn't write lies?"
"No."
"Faith Meredith isn't a pig-girl?"
"No."
"Nor a rooster-girl?"
"No."
"And I'm not a coward?"
"No."
Walter had intended to ask, "And you are a liar?" but pity intervened and he did not humiliate Dan further. Besides, that blood was so horrible.
"You can go, then," he said contemptuously.

Mr. Meredith was on his way to see Rosemary West, and he meant to tell her something which had been slowly blossoming in his heart since their first meeting and had sprung into full flower on the evening when Faith had so warmly voiced her admiration for Rosemary.
He had come to realize that he had learned to care for Rosemary.

So you liked Miss West, Faith?" Mr. Meredith asked, with a rather odd intonation.
"I love her," cried Faith.
"Ah!" said Mr. Meredith. "Ah!"

And," concluded Miss Cornelia resignedly, "my own grandmother was an Episcopalian."

Are all mothers as nice as you?" asked Walter, hugging her. "You're WORTH standing up for."

Fear is more pain than is the pain it fears.'

I'm going to ask father to take me over to Lowbridge to-morrow to get my tooth out."

Yes. I made him take it all back."
"Very good—very good, indeed. I didn't think you were such a fighter, Walter."
"I never fought before—and I didn't want to right up to the last—and then," said Walter, determined to make a clean breast of it, "I liked it while I was at it."
The Rev. John's eyes twinkled