That's the usual whine--but if you say it----" "I shall be a liar!" said Helmsley, his sunken eyes lighting up with a twinkle of merriment--"And don't you fear, Miss Tranter,--I _won't_ say it! I'm grateful to Mr.Joltram--but I've only one object left to me in life, and that is--to get on, and find the person I'm looking for--if I can!" "Oh, you're looking for a person, are you ?" queried Miss Tranter, more amicably--"Some long-lost relative ?" "No,--not a relative, only--a friend." "I see!" Miss Tranter smoothed down her neatly fitting plain cotton gown with both hands reflectively--"And you'll be all right if you find this friend ?" "I shall never want anything any more," he answered, with an unconsciously pathetic tremor in his voice--"My dearest wish will be granted, and I shall be quite content to die!" "Well, content or no content, you've got to do it," commented Miss Tranter--"And so have I--and so have all of us.

Which I think is a pity.
I shouldn't mind living for ever and ever in this world.

It's a very comfortable world, though some folks say it isn't.

That's mostly liver with them though.

People who don't over-eat or over-drink themselves, and who get plenty of fresh air, are generally fairly pleased with the world as they find it.