But, John, you must confess Mrs.Follingsbee is nice: poor woman! she is mortified with the way Dick will go on; but she can't do any thing with him." "Yes, I can get on with her," said John.

In fact, John was one of the men so loyal to women that his path of virtue in regard to them always ran down hill.

Mrs.Follingsbee was handsome, and had a gift in language, and some considerable tact in adapting herself to her society; and, as she put forth all her powers to win his admiration, she succeeded.
Grace had done her part to assist John in his hospitable intents, by securing the prompt co-operation of the Fergusons.

The very first evening after their arrival, old Mrs.Ferguson, with Letitia and Rose, called, not formally but socially, as had always been the custom of the two families.

Dick Follingsbee was out, enjoying an evening cigar,--a circumstance on which John secretly congratulated himself as a favorable feature in the case.