"In sooth he has told me so; but at the first I thought perhaps it was but a passing fancy--we have been so much together of late.

Now I truly think that he does care.

Magda, what shall I say to him?
He will not be long in pressing for his answer." "Does not your own heart tell you, Freda?
Can we love and not know it?
Tell me that, for I too would fain know.

There are so many sorts of love.

Can one always judge aright ?" "Dost thou feel that too, my Magda?
Verily, I have thought that Master Cole--" Magda put her hand upon her sister's lips; her face was all one great blush.
"Nay, nay; that is but fantasy.