It is always such a grief to me to think you may not understand.

I shall always be the little girl that looked upon you as a wonderful hero and divine dispenser of chocolates.

Only now the chocolates stand for love and forbearance and sympathy, and all kinds of spiritual goodies." I passed my hand over her hair.

"Silly child!" "I got it into my head," she continued, "that you were blaming me for--for my reconciliation with Leonard.

But, my dear, my dear, what woman's heart wouldn't be turned to water at the sight of him?
It makes me so happy that you understand.