"I only wish we were all more like her in that respect." "Yes," said Calhoun, "and I believe we are every one of us the happier and better for knowing her.

I have been thinking that it will be hard for Rosie to leave such a mother." "That it will," sighed Harold; "and hard for mother, and all of us indeed, to part with Rosie.

But of course the members of so large a family as ours cannot expect to remain together all through life." "Yes; weddings are apt to bring both joy and sorrow," remarked Mrs.
Conly reflectively; "the forming of new ties and the breaking of old ones.

One cannot altogether forget the old loves, however sweet the new may be; but when we get to the better land we may hope to have them all," she added with an appreciative glance at her husband.

"Ah, how delightful that will be!" There was a moment's silence; then Harold said, "The wedding day having not been fixed yet the invitations have not been sent out, but I know mother is hoping to see your parents here at that time, Cousin Mary." "That is kind," she returned with a pleased smile; "I supposed they would be invited, and that so I should have the better prospect of getting a long promised visit from them myself.