Who knows ?" cried Dorothy, laughing heartily.

Madge blushed painfully.

"But," continued Dorothy, seriously, "I am not ashamed of it; I am proud of it.

For what else, my dear aunt, was I created but to be in love?
Tell me, dear aunt, for what else was I created ?" "Perhaps you are right," returned the old lady, who in fact was sentimentally inclined.
"The chief end of woman, after all, is to love," said Dorothy.

"What would become of the human race if it were not ?" "Child, child," cried the aunt, "where learned you such things ?" "They were written upon my mother's breast," continued Dorothy, "and I learned them when I took in my life with her milk.