I shall be very glad to get back to my old men again.
Alas! alas! There have six of them gone in these few last years.
Six out of twelve! And the others I fear have had but a sorry life of it there.

Poor Bunce, poor old Bunce!" Bunce was one of the surviving recipients of Hiram's charity, an old man, now over ninety, who had long been a favourite of Mr.Harding's.
"How happy old Bunce will be," said Mrs.Bold, clapping her soft hands softly.

"How happy they all will be to have you back again.
You may be sure there will soon be friendship among them again when you are there." "But," said he, half-laughing, "I am to have new troubles, which will be terrible to me.

There are to be twelve old women, and a matron.
How shall I manage twelve women and a matron!" "The matron will manage the women, of course." "And who'll manage the matron ?" said he.
"She won't want to be managed.

She'll be a great lady herself, I suppose.