I think you would think it so pretty.

Do you ever come that way, ma'am ?" "No, love," answered Mrs.Buxton.
"But will you some time ?" "I am afraid I shall never be able to go out again," said Mrs.Buxton, in a voice which, though low, was very cheerful.

Maggie thought how sad a lot was here before her; and by-and-by she took a little stool, and sat by Mrs.
Buxton's sofa, and stole her hand into hers.
Mrs.Browne was in full tide of pride and happiness down stairs.

Mr.Buxton had a number of jokes; which would have become dull from repetition (for he worked a merry idea threadbare before he would let if go), had if not been for his jovial blandness and good-nature.

He liked to make people happy, and, as far as bodily wants went, he had a quick perception of what was required.