Our stay is uncertain.
We may go at a moment's notice, or remain if he wishes it; and, my proofs being sent post by post, we are able to see to them together, without too much delay.

Still, only one-half of the book is done, and the days come when I shall find no pleasure in them--nothing but coughing.
George and my brothers were very kind to Robert at Ventnor, and he is quite touched by it.

Also, little Pen made his way into the heart of 'mine untles,' and was carried on their backs up and down hills, and taught the ways of 'English boys,' with so much success that he makes pretensions to 'pluck,' and has left a good reputation behind him.

On one occasion he went up to a boy of twelve who took liberties, and exclaimed, 'Don't be impertinent, sir' (doubling his small fist), 'or I will show you that _I'm a boy_.' Of course 'mine untles' are charmed with this 'proper spirit,' and applaud highly.

Robert and I begged to suggest to the hero that the 'boy of twelve' might have killed him if he had pleased.