I don't think he will come here; but I dread to return home, because I fear that if I do he will obtrude himself on me; and I feel that another gaze of his eye would occasion my death." "I would call him out," replied the father, "and shoot him like a dog, to which honest and faithful animal it is a sin to compare the villain." "And then I might be left fatherless!" she exclaimed.

"O, papa, promise me that you never will have recourse to that dreadful alternative." "But my darling, I only said so upon the supposition of your death by him." "But mamma!" "Come, come, Alice, get up your spirits, and be able to attend this dinner.

It will cheer you and do you good.

We have been discussing soap bubbles.

Give up thinking of the scoundrel, and you will soon feel yourself well enough.