She Suddenly Found Herself Laughing Without Bitterness.

Rilla's Heart Skipped A Beat — Or, If That Be A Physiological Impossibility, She Thought It Did.

Why Did Dusk And Fir-scent And The Afterglow Of Autumnal Sunsets Make People Say Absurd Things?

Saying One's Prayers Isn't Exactly The Same Thing As Praying.

A Cold In The Head In June Is An Immoral Thing.

Their Happiness Was In Each Others Keeping, And Both Were Unafraid.