Well, it turned out pretty well, till some eleven years ago, when our boy was born, though I don't think we ever quite understood each other.

She never got her health back after that, and seven years ago she died.

I remember it was on a night wonderfully like last night--mist first, then storm.

The boy died a few years afterwards.

I thought it would have broken Beatrice's heart; she has never been the same girl since, but always full of queer ideas I don't pretend to follow.
"And as for the life I've had of it here, Mr.Bingham, you wouldn't believe it if I was to tell you.