What shall we do to find her?
Oh, I _can't_ lose her, my little sister, my dear one!' One would have thought Gilbert had no grief of his own, so anxiously did he try to comfort her.
'Lyddy,' he said, when she could listen to him, 'you are _my_ sister, and will always be.

If I could think unkindly of Thyrza now, I should show that I was never worthy of her.

Don't hurt me by saying such things.

We will find her; have no fear, we will find her.' 'And you'll do as she wished?
You'll still go to the library ?' 'I can't think of myself yet, Lyddy.

You must have her back again, and there'll be time enough to think of trifles.' 'But let me tell you all I know, Gilbert.