Why, your hands are much smaller than mine, I declare! And mine are very small; because of thinking about you.

Now you need not laugh--it does spoil everything to laugh so.

It is more than a fortnight since I laughed at all.

You make me feel so miserable.

But would you like to know how I felt?
Mind, I would rather cut my head off than tell it to any one in the world but you." "Now I call that very kind of you.