I wish I could!" "You 'll do it better than any one else.

Talk troubles mother, father has enough to think of without any of my worries.

Fan is a good soul, but she is n't practical, and we always get into a snarl if we try to work together, so who have I but my other sister, Polly?
The pleasure that letter will give you may make up for my boring you." As he spoke, Tom laid the other paper in her lap, and went off to the window, as if to leave her free to enjoy it unseen; but he could not help a glance now and then, and as Polly's face brightened, his own fell.
"Oh, Tom, that 's a birthday present worth having, for it 's so beautifully given I don't see how you can refuse it.

Arthur Sydney is a real nobleman!" cried Polly, looking up at last, with her fact glowing, and her eyes full of delight.
"So he is! I don't know another man living, except father, who would have done such a thing, or who I could bring myself to take it from.

Do you see, he 's not only paid the confounded debts, but has done it in my name, to spare me all he could ?" "I see, it 's like him; and I think he must be very happy to be able to do such a thing." "It is an immense weight off my shoulders, for some of those men could n't afford to wait till I 'd begged, borrowed, or earned the money.
Sydney can wait, but he won't long, if I know myself." "You won't take it as a gift, then ?" "Would you ?" "No." "Then don't think I will.