morning, noon
Here 's the rose for you . Pwaps it will be withered , father , but its hart will be alive . Kiss it and think of Sibyl . It 's hart is like my hart , and my hart thinks of you morning , noon , and night , evry night , father , and evry morning , and allways , allways during the hole of the day . It 's most portant , father , that you should come back rich . It 's most solum nesesarey . I do so hope the mine will be full up to the brim with gold , for if it is a lot of people here will be made happy .