And I think I've found just the thing.

I saw an advertisement for a paying guest--of the female persuasion--so I replied to it, and I've just had an answer to my letter.

It's from a doctor man--a Dr.Selwyn, at Monkshaven--who has an invalid wife and one daughter, and he writes such an original kind of epistle that I'm sure I should like him." Geoffrey held out his hand for the letter, running his eyes down its contents, while his wife, receiving an assenting nod from Sara in response to her "May I ?" looked over his shoulder.
Only Tim appeared to take no interest in the matter, but remained standing rather aloof, staring out of the window, his back to the trio grouped around the hearth.
"'Household.

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