And then, when my Dorothy, yonder, took pity upon a poor lonely widower, she made as much of the little girl as if she'd been her own, and more, perhaps; for, not having any children of her own, she thought them such out-of-the-way creatures, that you couldn't coddle them and pet them too much.

There's a little baby lies buried in Barngrave churchyard with Tom Halliday's sister that would have been a noble young man, sitting where you're sitting, Mr.Hawkehurst, and looking at me as bright as you're looking, perhaps, if the Lord's will hadn't been otherwise.

We've all our troubles, you see, and that was mine; and if it hadn't been for Dorothy, life would not have been worth much for me after that time--but my Dorothy is all manner of blessings rolled up in one." The farmer looked fondly at his second wife as he said this, and she blushed and smiled upon him with responsive tenderness.

I fancy a woman's blushes and smiles wear longer in these calm solitudes than amid the tumult and clamour of a great city.
Finding my host inclined to dwell upon the past, I ventured to hazard an indirect endeavour to obtain some information respecting that entry in the Bible which had excited my curiosity.
"Miss Susan Meynell died unmarried, I believe ?" I said.

"I see her death recorded here, but she is described by her Christian name only." "Ah, very like," replied Mr.Mercer, with an air of indifference, which I perceived to be assumed.