It do wherrit me terribly; and I shall die o' the thought of that paper I signed with my holy cross, as South died of his trouble." "If you ask him to burn the paper he will, I'm sure, and think no more of it." "'Ch have done it once already, miss.

But he laughed cruel like.
'Yours is such a fine brain, Grammer, 'er said, 'that science couldn't afford to lose you.

Besides, you've taken my money.'...Don't let your father know of this, please, on no account whatever!" "No, no.

I will let you have the money to return to him." Grammer rolled her head negatively upon the pillow.

"Even if I should be well enough to take it to him, he won't like it.