‘Yes, yes, you have, I’m sure,’ said Ham.

‘No! no! no!’ cried little Em’ly, sobbing, and shaking her head.

‘I am not as good a girl as I ought to be. Not near! not near!’ And still she cried, as if her heart would break.

‘I try your love too much. I know I do!’ she sobbed. ‘I’m often cross to you, and changeable with you, when I ought to be far different. You are never so to me. Why am I ever so to you, when I should think of nothing but how to be grateful, and to make you happy!’

‘You always make me so,’ said Ham, ‘my dear!

I am happy in the sight of you. I am happy, all day long, in the thoughts of you.’