I haven't the faintest intention of informing any one of the state of my affections a dozen times a day.

Once for all ought to be sufficient with the declaration, as it is with the marriage vow." Phebe puckered up her forehead.

"Ah, how different we are! If I am ever engaged to any one I shall want to keep telling him all the time how much I love him, for fear he wouldn't guess it." "You will bore him to death then." "I suppose I shall," replied Phebe, dejectedly.

"I don't suppose any one living wants to be loved so much as I would want to love him.

I couldn't be cool and deliberate and wise at loving as you would be.