If it were not for you, papa, and my friends, I should be perfectly happy.

I want to go,--I long to go!" "Why, dear child, what has made your poor little heart so sad?
You have had everything, to make you happy, that could be given you." "I had rather be in heaven; though, only for my friends' sake, I would be willing to live.

There are a great many things here that make me sad, that seem dreadful to me; I had rather be there; but I don't want to leave you,--it almost breaks my heart!" "What makes you sad, and seems dreadful, Eva ?" "O, things that are done, and done all the time.

I feel sad for our poor people; they love me dearly, and they are all good and kind to me.

I wish, papa, they were all _free_." "Why, Eva, child, don't you think they are well enough off now ?" "O, but, papa, if anything should happen to you, what would become of them?
There are very few men like you, papa.