Tell me quietly who you belong to.

Tell me--you believe that I mean well by you ?" "Yes," replied Selene, looking the widow full in the face--a regularly-cut face, set in abundant smooth brown hair, and with the stamp of genuine and heart-felt goodness.

"Yes--you remind me of my mother." "Well, I might be your mother." "I am nineteen years old already." "Already," replied Hannah, with a smile.

"Why my life has been twice as long as yours.

I had a child, too, a boy; and he was taken from me when he was quite little.