When I think of it, what a six weeks it has been! I wonder whether the difference seems to you as great as it does to me.

I've left off being a grub, and begun to be a butterfly." "But you mustn't be a butterfly when you're married, Lily." "No; not in that sense.

But I meant that my real position in the world,--that for which I would fain hope that I was created,--opened to me only when I knew you and knew that you loved me.

But mamma is calling us, and we must go through to church.

Going on Wednesday! There are only three days more, then!" "Yes, just three days," he said, as he took her on his arm and passed through the house on to the road.
"And when are we to see you again ?" she asked, as they reached the churchyard.
"Ah, who is to say that yet?
We must ask the Chairman of Committees when he will let me go again." Then there was nothing more said, and they all followed the squire through the little porch and up to the big family-pew in which they all sat.