I did n't dare to hope anything, till Papa observed something in his manner, and teased me about it.

I try not to deceive myself, but it does seem as if there was a chance of happiness for me." "Thank heaven for that!" cried Polly, with the heartiest satisfaction in her voice.

"Now come and tell me all about it," she added, sitting down on the couch with the air of one who has escaped a great peril.
"I 've got some notes and things I want to ask your opinion about, if they really mean anything, you know," said Fanny, getting out a bundle of papers from the inmost recesses of her desk.

"There 's a photograph of Tom, came in his last letter.

Good, is n't it?
He looks older, but that 's the beard and the rough coat, I suppose.