Have you been doing something wrong?
Tell me all about it.

Confession is half way to forgiveness.

Don't be afraid of me.

For heaven's sake, don't be afraid of me!" added my father, with impatient sadness, and the frown deepening so rapidly on his face that my tears flowed in proportion.
(How sad are the helpless struggles of a widowed father with young children, I could not then appreciate.

How seldom successful is the alternative of a second marriage, has become proverbial in excess of the truth.) My father was more patient than many men.