Oh happy trouble, that has brought our darling back to us!" "Aunt! aunt!" said Mary, "don't kill me.

Scold me a little, aunt dear, only a little." "Scold you, my darling! Never, never! Scold you on this happy Sabbath morn! Oh! never, my love." And the foolishness of these two women was so great that the Doctor had to go for a walk.

Right down the garden, round the cow-yard, and in by the back way to the kitchen, where he met Frank, and told him what had happened.

And there they were at it again.

Miss Thornton kneeling, wiping poor Mary's blistered feet before the fire.