Won't you come, father ?" "No, I believe not.

Think I'll read a while and go to bed." Henry's room was bright with a gladsome fire.

On the table had been set a vase of moss roses, and beside the vase lay an old black pipe, tied with a blue ribbon.

The young man laughed, and the girl said: "Mother's doings.

Ugh! the nasty thing!" "If my son smoked a pipe when he was in exile," Mrs.Witherspoon replied, "he can do so now.