My aunt should spare mention of him.' 'Matthew Weyburn! we both like the name.' Mrs.Lawrence touched at her friend and gazed.

'I've seen it on certain evenings--crimson over an olive sky.

What it forebodes, I can't imagine; but it's the end of a lovely day.

They say it threatens rain, if it begins one.

It 's an ominous herald.' 'You make me,' said Aminta.