I think she often hugged me tight." "Need we speak of this, Grizel ?" "For this once," she entreated.

"You must remember that mamma often looked at me with hatred, and said I was the cause of all her woe; but sometimes in her last months she would give me such sad looks that I trembled, and I felt that she was picturing me growing into the kind of woman she wished so much she had not become herself, and that she longed to save me.

That is why I have told her that a good man loves me.

She is so glad, my poor dear mamma, that I tell her again and again, and she loves to hear it as much as I to tell it.

What she loves to hear most is that you really do want to marry me.