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 [warmly].

O no—Love's bond when it is fresh and young Is of a stuff more precious and more strong.

[thoughtfully].

Possibly the ideal flower may blow, Even as that snowdrop,—hidden by the snow.

[with a sudden outburst].

You fallen Adam! There a heart was cleft With longing for the Eden it has left!

What stuff!

[offended, to, rising].

'Tis not a very friendly act To stir a quarrel where we've made a peace. As for your friend's good fortune, be at ease—

Nay that's assured—

A very certain fact.

The cooking-class at school, I must confess, She did not take; but she shall learn it still.