"There are lots of other people you can love." Gloria rolled over on the couch and looked at the little girl reproachfully.
"Pon has won my heart, and I can't help loving him," she explained.
Then with sudden indignation she added: "But I'll never love Googly-Goo--never, as long as I live!" "I should say not!" replied Trot.

"Pon may not be much good, but old Googly is very, very bad.

Hunt around, and I'm sure you'll find someone worth your love.

You're very pretty, you know, and almost anyone ought to love you." "You don't understand, my dear," said Gloria, as she wiped the tears from her eyes with a dainty lace handkerchief bordered with pearls.
"When you are older you will realize that a young lady cannot decide whom she will love, or choose the most worthy.

Her heart alone decides for her, and whomsoever her heart selects, she must love, whether he amounts to much or not." Trot was a little puzzled by this speech, which seemed to her unreasonable; but she made no reply and presently Gloria's grief softened and she began to question the little girl about herself and her adventures.