I have many of them myself, of these beautiful reminders, of these keepsakes, that I cannot be parted from until I lose memory and life.
Many of them are great things, many of them are high virtues--charity, mercy, faith.

But some of them are trivial enough.

Miss Flora, do you remember the day that I first saw you, the day of the strong east wind?
Miss Flora, shall I tell you what you wore ?' We had both risen to our feet, and she had her hand already on the door to go.

Perhaps this attitude emboldened me to profit by the last seconds of our interview; and it certainly rendered her escape the more easy.
'O, you are too romantic!' she said, laughing; and with that my sun was blown out, my enchantress had fled away, and I was again left alone in the twilight with the lady hens..