Every hour of the day and the night I am thinking only of what I could still give to you, Gart.

Have I not given you everything?
But that is so little--everything! There is but one thing I want to do--to keep on giving to you, giving! When the sun sets, I present you the sunset; when the sun rises, I present you the sunrise--take it, Gart! And are not all the storms yours?
Ah, Haggart, how I love you! HAGGART--I am going to toss little Noni so high to-day that I will toss him up to the clouds.

Do you want me to do it?
Let us laugh, dear little sister Mariet.

You are exactly like myself.

When you stand that way, it seems to me that I am standing there--I have to rub my eyes.