I'm not a poor, forlorn hobo, as I led you to believe, neither am I dying by inches.

I hope to live some years yet, to see the two I love drink heartily from the cup of happiness.

All this is but a drop in the bucket to what is coming.

You shall make up for some of the lean years you've spent so bravely, buoying up each other's courage.

Yes, and that tender heart of yours, Tilly, shall be given plenty of opportunities to bring good cheer to those who are almost down and out.