"I love my mother dearly; it would break my heart to lose her; and yet I love my husband still more." "I don't believe I shall ever be able to say that," said Lulu emphatically.

"I feel perfectly sure that I shall never love anybody else half so well as I do my own dear father." "I know it would trouble him sorely to think you did," said Violet; "so I hope you will not think of such a thing for at least five or six years to come." "Five or six years! Indeed, Mamma Vi, you may be sure I will never leave him while he lives.

I know I could not be happy away from him.

I have always looked to him for loving care and protection, and I hope that if ever he should grow old and feeble, I may be able to give the same to him." "I can scarcely bear to think that that time will ever come," said Violet, gazing at her husband with loving, admiring eyes.

"But I hope it is far off, for he really seems to have grown younger of late--since coming here to the Fair." "I think so too, Mamma Vi," said Lucilla; "and indeed it seems as though everybody was younger--they all look so happy and interested; at least until they get worn out; as one does with all the walking and the thousands of things to look at, and feeling all the time in fear that you may miss the very things you would care most to see." "Yes, that is the fatiguing part of it.