So do you, I trust." "Certainly.

You may judge of the future from the past," he added, significantly, as he rose to take his leave.
"Then the future promises well for me," she said, giving him her hand cordially; "for you have been one of the best of friends." "And a good deal more.

Good-night." "Mamma," said Miss Wildmere, stopping at the nursery on her way to her room, "we must get ready to go to the Catskills at once." "Why, Stella! This is the first I've heard of this plan.

Your father has said that he doesn't see how we can go out of town at all this summer." "Nonsense! I'll insure that papa agrees." "I don't see how I can get ready soon.

The baby is fretful, and I'm all worn out between broken rest and worry.