If anything makes us happy, it must make us much happier to know it for a bit of frozen love--for the love that gives is to the gift as water is to snow.

Ah, you should hear our torrent sing in summer, and shout in the spring! The thought of God fills me so full of life that I want to go and do something for everybody.

I am never miserable.

I don't think I shall be when my father dies." "Oh, Cosmo!--with such a good father as yours! I am shocked." Her words struck a pang into her own heart, for she felt as if she had compared his father and hers, over whom she was not miserable.
Cosmo turned, and looked at her.

The sun was close upon the horizon, and his level rays shone full on the face of the boy.
"Lady Joan," he said slowly, and with a tremble in his voice, "I should just laugh with delight to have to die for my father.