We must be happy with him.

I love you, Joanne.

I love you above all else on earth or in heaven.

Without you I would not want to live.

And yet, Joanne, I believe that I am no happier to-day than is Donald MacDonald!" With a sudden cry Joanne flung her arms about his neck.
"John, is it _that ?_" she cried, and joy shone through her tears.