You don't know what a good heart he has; and it happens so fortunately that we have him to lean on just now.

Oh, I'm sure we shall find a way out of these troubles, never fear." And Rose took the letter, and left John and Grace together.
"O Gracie, Gracie!" said John, throwing himself down on the old chintz sofa, and burying his face in his hands, "what a woman there is! O Gracie! I wish I was dead! Life is played out with me.

I haven't the least desire to live.

I can't get a step farther." [Illustration: "O Gracie! I wish I was dead!"] "O John, John! don't talk so!" said Grace, stooping over him.

"Why, you will recover from this! You are young and strong.