It seems strange to think, that what gives us most hope for the future should be called Dolores, said Margaret.

But I was right. I think that must be an hereditary quality, for my father says he is scarcely ever wrong.

He loved her, and would love her; and defy her, and this miserable bodily pain.

In all disappointments sympathy is a great balm.

I wish I could love people as you do, Molly!' 'Don't you?' said the other, in surprise. 'No. A good number of people love me, I believe, or at least they think they do; but I never seem to care much for any one. I do believe I love you, little Molly, whom I have only known for ten days, better than any one.

Out of the way! We are in the throes of an exceptional emergency! This is no occassion for sport- there is lace at stake!" (Ms. Pole)

Similarity of opinion is not always—I think not often—needed for fullness and perfection of love.