Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.

But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!

But hush! No telling to others that make so inquisitive questions. We must obey, and silence is a part of obedience, and obedience is to bring you strong and well into loving arms that wait for you.

I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.

Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.

And then away for home! Away to the quickest and nearest train! Away from this cursed land, where the devil and his children stil walk with earthly feet!

For me, I say no, but then I am old, and life, with his sunshine, his fair places, his song of birds, his music and his love, lie far behind. You others are young. Some have seen sorrow, but there are fair days yet in store. What say you?