Ah, my child, the poor negro will bless--" "Oh bother the poor negro, uncle! Put it in your speech.

Good-night, good-bye--we'll marshal our forces and march with the dawn!" Laura reflected a while, when she was alone, and then fell to laughing, peacefully.
"Everybody works for me,"-- so ran her thought.

"It was a good idea to make Buckstone lead Mr.Trollop on to get a great speech written for him; and it was a happy part of the same idea for me to copy the speech after Mr.Buckstone had written it, and then keep back a page.

Mr.B.

was very complimentary to me when Trollop's break-down in the House showed him the object of my mysterious scheme; I think he will say, still finer things when I tell him the triumph the sequel to it has gained for us.
"But what a coward the man was, to believe I would have exposed that page in the rotunda, and so exposed myself.