I shall understand myself most speedily if I bring before my mind my father's and my mother's nature, and recall the ancient saying that young birds sing like the old ones.

My father--I love him in spite of all his eccentricities and weaknesses.

Dear me! he needs me so much, and would be miserable without me.

Though he is a head taller than you, he has remained a child." "But a good, kind-hearted one!" Wolf interrupted with warm affection.
"Of course," Barbara eagerly responded; "and if I have inherited from him anything which is ill-suited to me, it is the fearless courage which does not beseem us women.

We progress much farther if we hold back timidly.