You can't help it, of course; but it's a dreadful thing, jus' the same." "My heart is frozen to all mortal loves," announced Gloria, calmly.

"I do not love even myself." "That's too bad," said Trot, "for, if you can't love anybody, you can't expect anybody to love you." "I do!" cried Pon.

"I shall always love her." "Well, you're just a gardener's boy," replied Trot, "and I didn't think you 'mounted to much, from the first.

I can love the old Princess Gloria, with a warm heart an' nice manners, but this one gives me the shivers." "It's her icy heart, that's all," said Pon.
"That's enough," insisted Trot.

"Seeing her heart isn't big enough to skate on, I can't see that she's of any use to anyone.