"How can I steal my own shoulders?
It is impossible." "Oh, no; not at all.

You don't know what funny things you can do.

I once had a cousin whom I coached for his examination for the Bar, and I learnt a great deal about it then.

Poor fellow! he was plucked eight times." "I am sure I don't wonder at it," said Augusta, rudely.

"Well, I suppose I must put on this low dress; but it is horrid--perfectly horrid! You will have to lend me one, that is all." "My dear," answered Lady Holmhurst, with a glance at her widow's weeds.
"I have no low dresses: though, perhaps, I can find some among the things I put away before we sailed," and her eyes filled with tears.
Augusta took her hand, and they began to talk of that great bereavement and of their own wonderful survival, till at last she led the conversation round to little Dick, and Bessie Holmhurst smiled again at the thought that her darling boy, her only child, was safe asleep up stairs, and not, as she had believed, washing to and fro at the bottom of the ocean.