"It is time you should say that. You have been going after false fires, while I have been true all the time."
"You to me, Sylvia!"
"I to you. But if I had not almost asked you, you would have left me to single blessedness. Ah! there is papa's ring. He will be glad."
"He will think it folly, Sylvia."
"Ah! no, he won't. Dear, wise papa, he was always anxious for you to marry one of his daughters."
THE END
TIRED.
On the weary waves of the world
To and fro
This tired life of mine has been whirled!
In the flow
And ebb of every dangerous tide
My thoughts have drifted far and wide,
As on a bleak and bare hill-side
Drifts the snow.