And I could not have loved a daughter of my own more." She gently patted the hand she held.

"Dick is not very happy, my dear." "I'm sorry," faltered Lois.
They had reached the parlor door, and Mrs.Forsythe bent her head towards the girl's ear.

"I hope--I trust--he will be, before we leave Ashurst." Lois turned away abruptly; how could she grieve this gentle invalid! "She'll find out what Arabella Forsythe is, one of these days," Mrs.Dale thought, "but it's just as well she should love her for the present." Nor did she lose the opportunity of using her influence to bring about the desired consummation.
Lois had gone, at Miss Deborah's request, to the piano, and begun to sing, in her sweet girlish voice, some old-fashioned songs which the sisters liked.
"Jamie's on the stormy sea!" sang Lois, but her voice trembled, and she missed a note, for Mrs.Dale had left the group of ladies about the fire, and bent over her shoulder.
"You know they go on Saturday, Lois," she said.

"Do, now, I beg of you, be a sensible girl.

I never saw a man so much in love.