“Bless their dear little hearts!" said Mrs. Mann with emotion, "they're as well as can be, the dears! Of course, except the two that died last week.”
“Oh,' said the little girl, 'my head's on your heart; I can hear it going. What a big heart you've got, father dear.”
“Far as I'm concerned, they're all still here, like a lot of dear little ghosts.”
“Well, my dear, there is love and there are stupidity and the two are quite closely related.”
“. . . Mrs. Lambchop sighed and shook her head. "You're at the office all day, having fun," she said. "You don't realize what I go through with the boys. They're very difficult."Kids are like that," Mr. Lambchop said. "Phases. Be patient, dear.”
“Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.”