"If you'd been inclined to fancy him, I don't believe either Mrs.Gay or Miss Kesiah could have found any fault with him." "But you know I couldn't care for him, grandfather," protested Molly impatiently.

"He is like one of Mrs.Bottom's air plants that grow without any roots." "Well, he's young yet an' his soul struts a trifle, but wait till he's turned fifty an' he'll begin to be as good a Christian as he is a parson.

It's a good mould, but he congealed a bit too stiff when he was poured into it." They reached the grape arbour as he finished, and a minute later Abednego lead them into the library, where Kesiah placed Reuben in a comfortable chair and hastened to bring him a glass of wine from the sideboard.

At Molly's entrance, Gay and Mr.Chamberlayne came forward to shake hands with her, while Mrs.Gay looked up from her invalid's couch and murmured her name in a gentle, reproachful voice.

The pale blue circles around the little lady's eyes and faintly smiling mouth were the only signs of the blighting experience through which she had passed.