Being your son, my love, is not the easiest of tasks for a young man, he had told her, making her bridle furiously.

Your love told us that they had only gotten 'in the tree' out of you.

My love told me that you would.

And then he added, "The way in which people make love may tell us more about them than any searching analysis could.

"I could not get here last night, my love," he told her, "duty called."

"But you can, love," he told her firmly.

"Your all-time secret love," the brunette on his right told him.

But the night before the wedding, his young love told him he was too old for her.

"Our love for you told us," Watchman said hollowly.

As if love does not tell all the time the Huffelmeyers need to know.