You are never so to me.

Why am I ever so to you, when I should think of nothing but how to be grateful, and to make you happy!' 'You always make me so,' said Ham, 'my dear! I am happy in the sight of you.

I am happy, all day long, in the thoughts of you.' 'Ah! that's not enough!' she cried.

'That is because you are good; not because I am! Oh, my dear, it might have been a better fortune for you, if you had been fond of someone else--of someone steadier and much worthier than me, who was all bound up in you, and never vain and changeable like me!' 'Poor little tender-heart,' said Ham, in a low voice.

'Martha has overset her, altogether.' 'Please, aunt,' sobbed Em'ly, 'come here, and let me lay my head upon you.