"I want to kiss you," she said; and presently, when he had waved his hand to them from the platform outside, and the train had started, she fumbled for her handkerchief.

"I suppose you call it blubbering; but he is the sweetest child!" "He's about the only one of our Carlsbad compatriots that I'm sorry to leave behind," March assented.

"He's the only unmarried one that wasn't in danger of turning up a lover on my hands; if there had been some rather old girl, or some rather light matron in our acquaintance, I'm not sure that I should have been safe even from Rose.

Carlsbad has been an interruption to our silver wedding journey, my dear; but I hope now that it will begin again." "Yes," said his wife, "now we can have each other all to ourselves." "Yes.

It's been very different from our first wedding journey in that.
It isn't that we're not so young now as we were, but that we don't seem so much our own property.