I'd enjoy it, and you can't make it too strong.

You are just an angel." He left his seat, and going over to her chair, knelt down and put his arms about her.
"Don't you all wish she was your aunt ?" he said, kissing her.
"She IS mine," cried Kate, smiling at her through shining tears.
"She's more," said Ranald, and his voice was husky with emotion.
But with the bright, joyous little laugh Ranald knew so well, she smoothed back Harry's hair, and kissing him on the forehead, said: "I am sure you will do good work some day.

But I shall be quite spoiled here; I must really get home." As Ranald left the Raymond house he knew well what he should say to Mr.
St.Clair next morning.

He wondered at himself that he had ever been in doubt.

He had been for an hour in another world where the atmosphere was pure and the light clear.