If that baby of yours won't hold its tongue, please to throw it out of the window." Mrs.Stanford's reply was to sink into the rocking-chair and burst into a passion of tears.
"Don't, pray!" remonstrated Mr.Stanford; "one's enough to cry at a time.

Do come and have some breakfast.

You're hysterical this morning, that is evident, and a cup of tea will do you good." "I wish I were dead!" burst out Rose, passionately.

"I wish I had been dead before I ever saw your face!" "I dare say, my love.

I can understand your feelings, and sympathize with them perfectly." "Oh, what a fool I was!" cried Rose, rocking violently backward and forward; "to leave my happy home, my indulgent father, my true and devoted lover, for you! To leave wealth and happiness for poverty, and privation, and neglect, and misery! Oh, fool! fool! fool! that I was!" "Very true, my dear," murmured Mr.Stanford sympathetically.