I am afraid I have spoken sharply, but if so you must make allowances, for such stories are apt to sour the sweetest-tempered women--for half an hour.

If I have seemed bitter and cross, dear, it is because I love you better than any creature in the world, and can't bear to think----So you must forgive me.

Do you, Morris ?" "Forgive! _I_ forgive!" he stammered overwhelmed.
"There," she said again, very softly, stretching out her arms, "come and give me a kiss, and let us change the subject once and for ever.

I want to tell you about my poor father; he left some messages for you, Morris.".