She was going to lose her faithful friend--the girl who, so much richer, and happier, and more amiable than herself, had yet clung to her so fondly; she was going to lose this tender companion, and she was more sorry for the loss than she cared to express.
"You must come and see us very often," Charlotte said for the hundredth time; "mamma will be so glad to have you, for my sake; and my stepfather never interferes with our arrangements.

O, Di, how I wish you would come and live with us altogether! Would you come, if I could manage to arrange it ?" "How could I come?
What Quixotic nonsense you talk, Lotta!" "Not at all, dear; you could come as a sort of companion for me, or a sort of companion for mamma.

What does it matter how you come, if I can only have you?
My life will be so dreary in that dreadful new-looking house, unless I have a companion I love.

Will you come, Di ?--only tell me you will come! I am sure Mr.Sheldon would not refuse, if I asked him to let you live with us.

Will you come, dear ?--yes or no.