I'm going to take the boy, if he wishes to come." "Oh, I'm delighted," cried she, clapping her hands.

"Cry hurrah for papa!" said she to the baby; "cry hurrah for papa!" The scion of the house of Burrell gave vent to some scarcely intelligible sounds, that resembled "Hoo-rogler pop-pop!" which his mother averred was astonishingly plain, and deserving of a kiss; and, snatching him up, she gave him two or three hearty ones, and then planted him in his father's lap again." "My dear," said her husband, "I thought, as you proposed my taking this youth, you might like to have the pleasure of acquainting him with his good fortune.

After tea, if you are disposed, we will go down there; the walk will do you good." "Oh, George Burrell," said she, her face radiant with pleasure, "you are certainly trying to outdo yourself.

I have been languishing all day for a walk! What a charming husband you are! I really ought to do something for you.

Ah, I know what--I'll indulge you; you may smoke all the way there and back.