Dear, dear, dearest Harry.

Though I am so patient I shall count the hours till you come for me.

Dearest Harry!" Then she bore with him, as he pressed her close to his bosom, and kissed her lips, and her forehead, and her glossy hair.

When he was gone, she sat down alone for a few minutes on the old sofa, and hugged herself in her happiness.

What a happy wind that had been which had blown such a lover as that for her to Stratton! "I think he's a good young man," said Mrs.Burton, as soon as she was left with her old husband up stairs.
"Yes, he's a good young man.