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"Ay, an' I know another who's all that," said her father

She was silent

"You don't want to make yourselves miserable," said her

father; "all about nowt"

"He isn't miserable," she said

"I'll back my life, if you can do nowt else, you canYou'd be a dab hand at that, my

lass"

"I do nothing to make him miserable," she retorted

"Oh no--oh no! A packet o' butterscotch, you are"

She laughed a little

"You mustn't think I want him to be miserable," she

cried "I don't"

"We quite readily believe it," retorted Brangwen "Neither do

you intend hi for joy like a fish in a pond"

This made her think She was rather surprised to find that

she did not intend her husband to be hopping for joy like

a fish in a pond

Her

casually

"Re is not

waiting for your hand just to take or leave You mustn't

expect it Between two people, the love itself is the i, and that is neither you nor hi you

must create You mustn't expect it to be just your way"