Ruth, you cannot tell how I love him.

I would lie down and die if he were to bid me." "He will never bid you do that." "You think that he is old, and dull, and silent, and cross.

But when he will sit still and not say a word to me for an hour together, I think that I almost love him the best.

I only want to be near him, Ruth." "But you do not like him to be cross." "Yes, I do.

That is, I like him to scold me if he is angry.