"Oh, Fancy'll get over this. She got over Granthope all right, and she
got over Gay Summer."
The tears surged into Fancy's eyes again. "Don't say that, Dougal. I'm
no quitter. I don't get over things. I may bury them and cake-walk
over their graves, but I don't forget my friends."
He grinned jovially and wrung her hand till she winced, then he slapped
her on the back. "Well, you know where we are when you want us. We're
with you for keeps; you can't lose us, Fancy, remember that."
Fancy squeezed his big hairy hand.