My father loves me, and so do you, a great deal more than I deserve, perhaps.

I am happy in a Sunday frock that wants more stuff to button; and I have only one trouble in all the world.

When I think of the other girls I see--" "Never mind them, my dear.

What is your one trouble ?" "Mother, as if you could help knowing! About my dear brother Jack, of course.

Jack was so wonderfully good to me! I would walk on my hands and knees all the way to York to get a single glimpse of him." "You would never get as far as the rick-yard hedge.