Mr. Thorton Love Margaret! Why, Margraret Would

Take Care. -if You Do Not Speak- I Shall Claim You As My Own In Some Presumptuous Way. -send Me Away At Once, If I Must Go; -margaret!-

Loyalty And Obedience To Wisdom And Justice Are Fine; But It Is Still Finer To Defy Arbitrary Power, Unjustly And Cruelly Used--not On Behalf Of Ourselves, But On Behalf Of Others More Helpless.

I Wanted To See The Place Where Margaret Grew To What She Is, Even At The Worst Time Of All, When I Had No Hope Of Ever Calling Her Mine.

I Would Far Rather Have Two Or Three Lilies Of The Valley Gathered For Me By A Person I Like, Than The Most Expensive Bouquet That Could Be Bought!

When Oranges Came In, A Curious Proceeding Was Gone Through. Miss Jenkyns Did Not Like To Cut The Fruit, For, As She Observed, The Juice All Ran Out Nobody Knew Where, Sucking [only I Think She Used Some More Recondite Word] Was In Fact The Only Way Of Enjoying Oranges; But Then There Was The Unpleasant Association With A Ceremony Frequently Gone Through By Little Babies; And So, After Dessert, In Orange Season, Miss Jenkyns And Miss Matty Used To Rise Up, Possess Themselves Each Of An Orange In Silence, And Withdraw To The Privacy Of Their Own Rooms To Indulge In Sucking Oranges.