THAT one--I know how I saw it--would never come back.

I had done something TO it--I didn't quite know what; given it away, somehow, and yet not, as then appeared, really got my return.

I had been assured--always by dear Fanny--that I COULD get it, only I must wake up.
So I was trying, you see, to wake up--trying very hard." "Yes--and to a certain extent you succeeded; as also in waking me.

But you made much," he said, "of your difficulty." To which he added: "It's the only case I remember, Mag, of you ever making ANYTHING of a difficulty." She kept her eyes on him a moment.

"That I was so happy as I was ?" "That you were so happy as you were." "Well, you admitted"-- Maggie kept it up--"that that was a good difficulty.