As for satiety, my dear creature, you need never expect to hear me call out, 'Eheu, jain satis.'" "Dear Betty, how you do talk," Dinah's usual formula; "and how I do love to hear you," she inwardly added.

"But it is very late, and we shall have a tiring day to-morrow." Dinah spoke in her cheery way, but when she was in her own room her sweet face grew pensive and a little sad.

Was there not an element of truth under Elizabeth's jokes?
Did she not make an idol of her young brother?
Was she altogether reasonable on the subject?
"If I am weak, I trust such weakness will be forgiven me," she whispered as she stood in the perfumed darkness, with a wandering summer wind playing refreshingly round her, and tears from some hidden fount of sadness stole down her cheeks.

"If he were my own child he could not be dearer to me.

I remember my stepmother once told me so.
'My boy has two mothers, Dinah,' these were her very words.