"If you like, I'll come and help you teach sometimes. Oh, Mr. Rivers, I am so tired! I was visiting friends, and I was out dancing until two o'clock this morning! How fun!"
St. John looked straight into Miss Oliver's laughing eyes. [-----1-----], but he said nothing. Miss Oliver went on talking, "Please come and visit my father, Mr. Rivers. Why don't you ever come?" she asked.
"I can't, Miss Rosamund. I-- I am very busy with my work," he said softly. [-----2-----]. "Well, I must go home then. Goodbye!" She held out her hand. When he touched it, his own hand wastrembling.
"Goodbye!" he said. His face was red. When Miss Oliver walked away, she truned back to look at St. John two times. But he never turned around to look at her.
When I saw St. John's unhappiness, I didn't think so much about my own problems. [-----3-----]. Every day, I watched St. John and Miss Oliver together. St. John taught a Bible lesson at the school, and Miss Oliver always came to the school at that time, wearing her prettiest dress. She would walk towards St. John, smiling sweetly at him
