There are no friends like the old ones." Then suddenly he stuck in his speech, and stared with his mouth open over my shoulder.

I turned, and there was Edie, with such a merry, roguish smile, standing in the door.

How proud I felt of her, and of myself too, as I looked at her! "This is my cousin, Miss Edie Calder, Jim," said I.
"Do you often take walks before breakfast, Mr.Horscroft ?" she asked, still with that roguish smile.
"Yes," said he, staring at her with all his eyes.
"So do I, and generally over yonder," said she.

"But you are not very hospitable to your friend, Jack.

If you do not do the honours, I shall have to take your place for the credit of West Inch." Well, in another minute we were in with the old folk, and Jim had his plate of porridge ladled out for him; but hardly a word would he speak, but sat with his spoon in his hand staring at Cousin Edie.