Think of my mother and myself as true friends.

We will not forget you." "Nor will I forget you, Dr.John." My trunk was now brought in.

We had shaken hands; he had turned to go, but he was not satisfied: he had not done or said enough to content his generous impulses.
"Lucy,"-- stepping after me--"shall you feel very solitary here ?" "At first I shall." "Well, my mother will soon call to see you; and, meantime, I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll write--just any cheerful nonsense that comes into my head--shall I ?" "Good, gallant heart!" thought I to myself; but I shook my head, smiling, and said, "Never think of it: impose on yourself no such task.
_You_ write to _me_!--you'll not have time." "Oh! I will find or make time.

Good-by!" He was gone.