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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Lin McLean by Owen Wister: his thoughts and fears struggled. "But Lin says I needn't ever go back,"
he went on, reasoning and confiding to her. "Lin don't like mother any
more, I guess." His pondering grew still deeper, and he looked at
Jessamine for some while. Then his face wakened with a new theory. "Don't
Lin like you any more?" he inquired.
"Oh," cried Jessamine, crimsoning, "yes! Why, he sent you to me!"
"Well, he got hot in camp when I said that about sending his clothes to
you. He quit supper pretty soon, and went away off a walking. And that's
another time they said I was too young. But Lin don't come to see you any
more."
"Why, I hope he loves me," murmured Jessamine. "Always."
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