I don't know him at all." "Ah, if I were a young lady," said the artful Grammer, "and could save a poor old woman's skellington from a heathen doctor instead of a Christian grave, I would do it, and be glad to.

But nobody will do anything for a poor old familiar friend but push her out of the way." You are very ungrateful, Grammer, to say that.

But you are ill, I know, and that's why you speak so.

Now believe me, you are not going to die yet.

Remember you told me yourself that you meant to keep him waiting many a year." "Ay, one can joke when one is well, even in old age; but in sickness one's gayety falters to grief; and that which seemed small looks large; and the grim far-off seems near." Grace's eyes had tears in them.