"Oh, Amarilly, you're like a man with your right and your wrong!"

"But you would make yourself happy, too, if you told him you knew it
wasn't up to him any more to find that."

"I'd rather be unhappy and stick to what I said. I must have my own way,
Amarilly."

"Well," said Amarilly, abandoning an apparently hopeless subject, "I
came to ask you to do me--us--the Boarder and Lily Rose, I mean, a
favor."

"What is it, Amarilly?"

"Why, as I said, they want Mr. St. John to marry them, and they're
afraid he won't want to because he--well--because he isn't their kind,
you know, and he has such a fashionable church."

"And you don't know St. John better than that?"

"Why, yes; of course _I_ do, but they don't know him at all, you know.
And the Boarder is real shy, anyhow. And so I told him I'd ask you to
ask him."

"Why don't you ask him?"

"I think it would please him so to have you ask. He likes to have you
take interest in others."

"Amarilly, you are a regular little Sherlock! Well, yes, I will,"