Look at the moon there at the back of the steeple.

I don't mean to go in all night." Then she walked off by one of the paths, and her lover went after her.
"Don't you like the moon ?" she said, as she took his arm, to which she was now so accustomed that she hardly thought of it as she took it.
"Like the moon ?--well; I fancy I like the sun better.

I don't quite believe in moonlight.

I think it does best to talk about when one wants to be sentimental." "Ah; that is just what I fear.

That is what I say to Bell when I tell her that her romance will fade as the roses do.