Just because I love her and want her to be happy, off I go to your Aunt Amelia to live with her.

She's poor, and I'll still have someone to boss as I've bossed you.

I never knew how much I loved Amelia till she got sick last year when everything terrible was happening here.

I'm going, Orlando-- Two birds hopping on one branch Would kill the joy of Slow Down Ranch-- "There, I made that up on the moment.

It's true, even if it is poetry." "It isn't poetry, mother," was the reply, and there was an ironical look in Orlando's eyes.