Mr.Travilla, you'll be good, _good_ to her, won't you ?" and the voice almost broke down.
"I will, indeed, Horace; you may be sure of that.

And you needn't feel as if you are losing her, she'll be back again in a few weeks, please God." "But not to live at home any more!" he cried impetuously.

"No, no, I wasn't to say that, I----" "Come here and kiss me, my dear little brother," Elsie said tenderly; "and you shall hug me, too, as hard as you like, before I go." He was not slow to accept the invitation, and evidently had a hard struggle with himself, to refrain from giving the forbidden hug.
"You may hug me instead, Horace, if you like," said Mr.Travilla; "you know we're very fond of each other, and are going to be brothers now." "Yes, that I will, for I do like you ever so much," cried the boy, springing into the arms held out to him, and receiving and returning a warm embrace, while the sister looked on with eyes glistening with pleasure.
"Now, in a few minutes I'll become your brother Edward; and that's what I want you to call me in future.

Will you do it ?" "Yes, sir; if papa doesn't forbid me." A light tap at the door leading into the boudoir, and Walter put in his head.

"The company, the clergy-man, and the hour have come.