And I'm going to love you always.

He loves you too, doesn't he, Pheeb ?" "No, dear," answered Phebe, still laughing and crying together, and rocking gently back and forth with the boy in her arms; "he doesn't at all.

There doesn't any body really love me, I think, but just you.

But you do, don't you, dear ?" "Bet on it!" said Olly, with forcible vulgarity.
"God bless you," said Phebe, very softly, as she put the boy back in the bed, and laid her wet cheek on his.

"God bless you now and always." "Forever and ever, amen," whispered Olly back, with an impression that Phebe was saying her prayers over him.