Comprendy?
And'll you do it ?" "Of course I will, if you don't want the truth told, and the fib'll do you any good; and, upon my word, the way you're looking I really think it will.

So now for it." Thus the letter was written, and read, and re-read, to make sure that there was nothing in it to alarm Sallie; and, being satisfactory on that head, was finally sent away, to rejoice the poor girl who had waited, and watched, and hoped for it through such a weary time.

When she answered it, her letter was so full of happiness and solicitude, and a love that, in spite of herself, spoke out in every line, that Jim furtively kissed it, and read it into tatters in the first few hours of its possession; then tucking it away in his hospital shirt, over his heart, proceeded to get well as fast as fast could be.
"Well," said the doctor, a few weeks afterwards, as Jim was going home on his coveted sick-leave, "Mr.Thomas Carlyle calls fibs wind-bags.

If that singular remedy would work to such a charm with all my men, I'd tell lies with impunity.

Good by, Jim, and the best of good luck to you." "The same to you, Doctor, and I hope you may always find a friend in need, to lie for you.