There is nothing to make me wish to go back.

There is no one there to love me now." She looked very sad for a few moments.
"Yes," said Alec, thoughtfully; "a winter without love must be dreadful.

But I like the winter; and we have plenty of it in our quarter too." "Where is your home ?" "Not many miles north of this." "Is it a nice place ?" "Of course I think so." "Ah! you have a mother.

I wish I knew her." "I wish you did .-- True: the whole place is like her to me.

But I don't think everybody would admire it.