"He is _only_ forty-seven!" "_Only_ forty-seven!" And they all laugh.
"Well, I must be going, I suppose," cry I, leisurely rising, stretching, sighing, and beginning to collect the various articles of my wardrobe, scattered over the furniture.

"Good-by, dear teapot! good-by, dear plum loaf! _how_ I wish I was going to stay with you! It really is ten minutes past dressing-time, and father is always so pleased when one keeps him waiting for his soup." "He would not say any thing to you to-day if you _were_ late," says Bobby, astutely.

"You might tumble over his gouty foot, and he would smile! Are we not the most united family in Christendom--_when we have company_ ?" After all, I need not have disquieted myself; I am in very good time.
When I open the drawing-room door, and make my entrance in the borrowed splendor of Barbara's broad blue-sash tails, and the white virginity of my own muslin frock, I find that neither of my parents have as yet made their appearance.

Sir Roger has the hearth-rug to himself; at least he only shares it with Vick, and she is asleep; sitting very upright, it is true, with her thin tail round her toes, like a cat's, her head and whole body swaying from side to side in indisputable slumber.

At sight of the chaste and modest apparition that the opened door yields to his gaze, an exclamation of pleasure escapes him--at least it sounds like pleasure.
"Ah! this is all right! You are here to-night at all events; but, by-the-by, what became of you yesterday ?" "What always becomes of me ?" reply I, bluntly, lifting my grave gray eyes to his face, and to the hair which sweeps thick and waved above his broad brown forehead.