He likes to have me call him so.

He says Flora is the _Goettinn der Blumen_ in German, and so I am the Goddess of Blumen." Mrs.Delano smiled at these small scintillations of wit, which in the talk of lovers sparkle to them like diamond-dust in the sunshine.
"Has he ever told you that he loved _you_ as well as your name ?" asked she.
"He never said so, Mamita; but I think he does," rejoined Flora.
"What reason have you to think so ?" inquired her friend.
"He wants very much to come here," replied the young lady; "but he is extremely modest.

He says he knows he is not suitable company for such a rich, educated lady as you are.

He is taking dancing-lessons, and lessons on the piano, and he is studying French and Italian and history, and all sorts of things.

And he says he means to make a mint of money, and then perhaps he can come here sometimes to see me dance, and hear me play on the piano." "I by no means require that all my acquaintance should make a mint of money," answered Mrs.Delano.