It has turned out famously.

'All-things work together for good,' you know.
That text required faith once when I had hooked a three-pound trout, and in my eagerness tumbled in where the fish was.

Oh, here you are, Miss Alden.

We'll go right along, for it's about time." "But you haven't explained," cried Mrs.Muir.
"We will when we come back," said the doctor.
"Oh, I'm merely going over to the chapel to help the doctor out with the singing," said Madge, carelessly.

"Good-by." "Well," remarked Mr.Muir, _sotto voce_, "if I were a young fellow, there's a trail I'd follow, and not that will-o'-the-wisp yonder." "What did you say, Henry ?" asked his wife.
"It will be hot in town to-morrow, Mary.