Rejoice, oh, rejoice! and give ear.

The doctor has actually asked the question, and I blushingly referred him to mamma, but he seemed to think this unnecessary, took alarm at once, and pressed the matter until I said yea.

Aren't you glad?
But one thing is sure--Hugh must sell a nigger to get me a handsome outfit.

There's Mug, always under foot, doing no one any good.
She'll bring six hundred any day, she's so bright and healthy.

Lulu he must give out and out for a waiting maid.