I'd be satisfied with as much in five years." There was more feeling in the tone of his voice than he had meant to betray.

His young wife lifted her eyes to his face, and looked at him with a wonder she could not conceal.
"Contentment, dear," said she, in a gentle, subdued, yet tender voice, "is great gain.

We have enough, and more than enough, to make us happy.

Natural riches have no power to fill the heart's most yearning affections; and how often do they take to themselves wings and fly away." "Enough, dear!" replied Edward Claire, smiling.

"O no, not enough, by any means.