How I longed to carry her! Every man with the right sort of a heart in his breast has a touch of the mother instinct in him; but, alas I only a touch.

Ah, wondrous and glorious womanhood! If you had naught but the mother instinct to lift you above your masters by the hand of man-made laws, those masters were still unworthy to tie the strings of your shoes.
"Thank you," said the girl, as she clasped my hand, and moved with confidence by my side.

"This is so much better than the dreadful fear of falling.

Even through these rooms where I have lived for many years I feel safe only in a few places,--on the stairs, and in my rooms, which are also Dorothy's.

When Dorothy changes the position of a piece of furniture in the Hall, she leads me to it several times that I may learn just where it is.