The cock-robin does not go to his parents, and the hen robin to her parents, and say, 'Give us all the straw you can, and put it down at the foot of our tree; but don't dare to peep into the branches, or offer us any suggestions about the nest, or expect to have an opinion about our housekeeping.' Selfishness spoils every thing, father.

I think if a rose could be selfish it would be hideous." "I don't think a lover would make my Charlotte forget her father and mother, and feel contempt for her home, and all in and about it that she does not want for herself.

Why, a stranger would think that Sophia was never loved by any human heart before! They would think that she never had been happy before.

Nay, then, she sets more store by the few nick-nacks Julius has given her than all I have bought her for twenty years.

When yonder last bracelet came, she went on as if she had never seen aught of the kind in all her born days.