Mr.Delancy, as he stepped from the portico to meet him, noticed that his color was heightened and his eyes unusually bright.
"What's the matter with that self-willed girl of mine ?" he asked, as he took the hand of Emerson, affecting a lightness of tone that did not correspond with his real feelings.
"Oh, nothing serious," the young man replied.

"She's only in a little pet because I wouldn't go with her to the arbor before I paid my respects to you." "She's a spoiled little puss," said the father, in a fond yet serious way, "and you'll have to humor her a little at first, Hartley.

She never had the wise discipline of a mother, and so has grown up unused to that salutary control which is so necessary for young persons.

But she has a warm, true heart and pure principles; and these are the foundation-stones on which to build the temple of happiness." "Don't fear but that it will be all right between us.

I love her too well to let any flitting humors affect me." He stepped upon the portico as he spoke and sat down.