I must have the white pony with the long tail.

But, I say, mamma, don't tell Philip, pray don't; he would be jealous." "No, not jealous, my dear; why do you think so ?" "Because he is always angry when I ask you for anything.

It is very unkind in him, for I don't care if he has a pony, too,--only not the white one." Here the postman's knock, loud and sudden, started Mrs.Morton from her seat.
She pressed her hands tightly to her heart, as if to still its beating, and went tremulously to the door; thence to the stairs, to anticipate the lumbering step of the slipshod maidservent.
"Give it me, Jane; give it me!" "One shilling and eightpence--double charged--if you please, ma'am! Thank you." "Mamma, may I tell Jane to engage the pony ?" "Not now, my love; sit down; be quiet: I--I am not well." Sidney, who was affectionate and obedient, crept back peaceably to the window, and, after a short, impatient sigh, resumed the scissors and the story-book.

I do not apologise to the reader for the various letters I am obliged to lay before him; for character often betrays itself more in letters than in speech.

Mr.Roger Morton's reply was couched in these terms,-- "DEAR CATHERINE, I have received your letter of the 14th inst., and write per return.