Let us be strong and look misery in the face with heads up: courage is wealth; and so, father dear, forget your disappointment.

Look at me.

Am I sad?
do I allow myself to be downcast and despairing?
I suffered and wept enough when you were ill; but, now that you are well again, come what may, your Lenora will always thank God for his goodness!" The poor old man smiled feebly at the courageous excitement of his daughter.
"Poor child!" said he; "I understand very well how you strive to appear strong in order to keep me up.

May heaven repay your love, dear angel whom God has given me! your word and smile control me so completely that I may say a part of your soul passes with them into mine.

I came home just now quite heart-broken and half crazy with despair; but you, my child, have restored me to myself again." "That's right, father," said she, rising from her knees and sitting down on a chair close beside him; "come, father, tell me now all your adventures to-day, and afterward I will tell you something that will make you laugh." "Alas, my child! I went to Monsieur Roncevaux's academy to resume my English lessons; but during my sickness an Englishman was put in my place: we have lost our best bit of bread." "Well, how is it about Mademoiselle Pauline's German lesson ?" "Mademoiselle Pauline has gone to Strasburg and will not come back again.