Mrs.Penhallow wants me to roof your church.

I came to say to you that I shall do it with pleasure.

You will lose the use of it for one Sunday at least." "Thank you, Squire," said Grace simply.

"That's real good medicine." "I will see to it at once." The doctor opened a window, and Penhallow drew a grateful breath of fresh air.
"Don't go, sir," said Grace.

The Squire sat down again while McGregor went through his examination of the sick man.