He took her on his knee, pressed her gently to his side, and wrote silently.

The others were still.
"Father," said Lucy, aged five, the germ of a woman, "I am not very hungry." "And I am not hungry at all," said bluff Lysimachus, taking his sister's cue; then going upon his own tact he added, "I had a great piece of bread and butter yesterday!" "Wife, they will drive me mad!" and he dashed at the paper.
The second boy explained to his mother, _sotto voce:_ "Mother, he _made_ us hungry out of his book." "It is a beautiful book," said Lucy.

"Is it a cookery book ?" Triplet roared: "Do you hear that ?" inquired he, all trace of ill-humor gone.

"Wife," he resumed, after a gallant scribble, "I took that sermon I wrote." "And beautiful it was, James.

I'm sure it quite cheered me up with thinking that we shall all be dead before so very long." "Well, the reverend gentleman would not have it.