He is mine for life!" All the sisterly love and sisterly confidence of many years was expressed in that embrace, and in the tone in which the words were spoken.

The hearts of the mothers, in the past time, could hardly have been closer to each other--as it seemed--than the hearts of the daughters were now.

And yet, if Blanche had looked up in Anne's face at that moment, she must have seen that Anne's mind was far away from her little love-story.
"You know who it is ?" she went on, after waiting for a reply.
"Mr.Brinkworth ?" "Of course! Who else should it be ?" "And you are really happy, my love ?" "Happy ?" repeated Blanche "Mind! this is strictly between ourselves.

I am ready to jump out of my skin for joy.

I love him! I love him! I love him!" she cried, with a childish pleasure in repeating the words.