Maud Hunniwell, Captain Sam's daughter, dropped in on her way to the post office.
I can't say I'm happy, exactly, but Maud is and I'm goin' to make-believe be, for her sake.
She and Maud wept in each other's arms and were femininely happy accordingly.
Then—then—well, then Maud and I became friends and—and—oh, confound it, you see what I mean!
But, Maud, can't you see why he didn't come and tell you before he went to enlist?
Ruth asked her caller to be seated, but Maud paid no attention.
Did Captain Hunniwell talk with you about—about Maud and—and me?
But, Charlie, I think you're dead right about what you say concernin' Maud and her father and you.
But, to be real honest now, Maud, would you have been satisfied to have it that way?
It won't mean that you mustn't make a clean breast of everything to Maud and to Sam.