But oh, not unhappily--oh, far from that." "You're sure, Trixie--you are speaking the whole truth to your own mother?
Your words are sober to belong to a young girl who is soon to be a bride.

Somehow I wasn't like that when your father came for me." "No two girls are alike, mother.

I speak the sober truth, the plain, honest truth, when I tell you that I am happy.

Still, my happiness is not unmixed when I think of leaving you." "Hoots-toots, child, I'll do well enough.

Jane will look after me, and that nice little friend of yours, Catherine, will come and cheer me up now and then.