They are like cats, that want to be stroked and caressed, and to be petted, and to lie soft and warm; and they will purr to any one that will pet them,--that's all.

As for love that leads to any self-sacrifice, they don't begin to know any thing about it." "Gracie dear," said Miss Ferguson, "this sort of thing will never do.
If you meet your brother in this way, you will throw him off, and, maybe, make a fatal breach.

Meet it like a good Christian, as you are.

You know," she said gently, "where we have a right to carry our troubles, and of whom we should ask guidance." "Oh, I do know, 'Titia!" said Miss Grace; "but I am letting myself be wicked just a little, you know, to relieve my mind.

I ought to put myself to school to make the best of it; but it came on me so _very_ suddenly.