We have had three houses since I can remember.

The one that we have now on Fifth Avenue is four times as large--yes, six times as large--and a hundred times as fine as the one I can first remember, and yet, somehow, I always think, when I am sad or lonely, of the little white house with the tiny rooms in it, with their low ceilings and small windows, where I used to go when I was a very little girl to see my father's mother.

Mamma does not care for it; she was brought up in the city; but I think my father loves it just as I do.

He always says he is going to buy it back, and I am going to make him do it." "I am going to buy back mine some day," said Keith, very slowly.
She glanced at him.

His eyes were fastened on the far-off horizon, and there was that in his face which she had never seen there before, and which made her admire him more than she had ever done.
"I hope you will," she said.