Mrs.Clark, you don't know my home.
I've nobody--nobody except my father.

The others have brothers and sisters and friends, and all they want--and I have nothing." "Except your father," added Mrs.Clark.

"How about him?
Sometimes when two people are left lonely they can make the world blossom again for one another.

Isn't it time you began to take your mother's place?
Can't you set yourself these holidays to give him such a bright, cheerful daughter that he'll hardly want to part with you when you go back to school?
Wouldn't you rather _he_ missed you than your chums?
He's closer to you than they are.

Ask yourself if you were to lose him is there one of your friends who could mean as much to you?
I sometimes think that girls who are brought up at boarding-school are apt to lose the right sense of value of their own relations.