I am always breaking things, you know." She spread out her hands with a gesture of despair.
"Yesterday it was an altar-vase.

I tripped over the foot of that stupid St.Andrew.Have you heard from papa ?" Sarrion hesitated for a moment at the sudden question.
"No," he answered at length.
"Oh! I wish he would come home from Cuba," said the girl, with a passing gravity.

"I wonder what he will be like.

Will his hair be gray?
Not that I dislike gray hair you know," she added hurriedly.

"I hope he will be nice.