“No, no! The will be as good as the deed from my little girl. Maybe you are right, too. Dress do go a long way to pleasing.”
“Then good-bye. Kiss me, mother! Kiss me twice! Kiss me again, for father!”
So Joan kissed her child. She smoothed her hair, and straightened her collar, and put in a missed button, and so held her close for a few moments, and kissed her again; and when Denas had reached the foot of the cliff, she was still watching her with the look on her face––the look of a mother who feels as if she still held her child in her arms.
O love! love! love! Is there any sorrow in life like loving?
CHAPTER VIII.
A SEA OF SORROW.
| “Time the shuttle drives; but we Give to every thread its hue And elect our destiny.” ––Burleigh. |
| “Life does not make us, we make life.” “He gave me trust, and trust has given me means Once to be false for all.” ––Dryden. |