I can do nothing to show my affection for you--I'm only a burden upon your hands----" She laid her fingers lightly across his lips.
"Sh-sh!" she said--"That's foolish talk, and I won't listen to it! I'm glad you're fond of me--it makes life so much pleasanter.

Do you know, I sometimes think God must have sent you to me ?" "Do you?
Why ?" "Well, I used to fret a little at being so much alone,--the days seemed so long, and it was hard to have to work only for one's wretched self, and see nothing in the future but just the same old round--and I missed my father always.

I never could get accustomed to his empty chair.

Then when I found you on the hills, lost and solitary, and ill, and brought you home to nurse and take care of, all the vacancy seemed filled--and I was quite glad to have some one to work for.

I've been ever so much happier since you've been with me.