"Say, Saadat, you're the same old red sandstone; but I missed the thee and thou.

I sort of hankered after it; it gets me where I'm at home with myself." David laughed drily.

"Well, perhaps I've missed something in you.

Thee never says now--not since thee went south a year ago, 'Well, give my love to the girls.' Something has left its mark, friend," he added teasingly; for his spirits were boyish to-day; he was living in the present.

There had gone from his eyes and from the lines of his figure the melancholy which Hylda had remarked when he was in England.
"Well, now, I never noticed," rejoined Lacey.