"How came you to love them? It is not natural for a child of your age. What do you love them for, my little daughter?"
"Oh, Sir, there are a great many reasons I don't know how many."
"I will have patience, Ellen; I want to hear them all."
"I love them because I love to think of the things the hymns are about I love the tunes dearly, and I like both the words and the tunes better, I believe, because I have sung them so often with friends."
"Humph! I guessed as much. Isn't that the strongest reason of the three?"
"I don't know, Sir; I don't think it is."
"Is all your heart in America, Ellen, or have you any left to bestow on us?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Not very much!"
"I love you, father," said Ellen, laying her cheek gently alongside of his.