"A very wonderful book, I know.

My dear father was always quoting it at us, with the result that we resolved never to read a line." "Gibbon the historian ?" enquired Mrs.Flushing.

"I connect him with some of the happiest hours of my life.

We used to lie in bed and read Gibbon--about the massacres of the Christians, I remember--when we were supposed to be asleep.

It's no joke, I can tell you, readin' a great big book, in double columns, by a night-light, and the light that comes through a chink in the door.