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154 every man furtively slipped a piece of silver into the child’s lap as he left the car; each, I think, trying to hide his action from the others.

"It is of threads such as these that I weave the fabric of my daily happiness,—a happiness that my friends never seem able to comprehend; the blindest of them pity me, indeed, but I consider myself like Mary of old, 'blessed among women.'"

Another day.—"God means all sorts of things when he sends men and women into the world. That he means marriage, and that it is the chiefest good, I have no doubt, but it is the love forces in it that make it so.  I may, perhaps, reach my highest point of development without marriage, but I can never do it unless I truly and deeply love somebody or something.  I am not sure, but it seems to me God intends me for other people’s children, not for my own.  My heart is so entirely in my work that I fancy I have none left for a possible husband.  If ever a man comes who is strong enough and determined enough to sweep things aside and make a place for himself willy-nilly, I shall ask him to come in and