myself, wife, one daughter,'" muttered Geoffrey.
"Um-um--'quarter of a mile from the sea'-- um----'As you will have guessed from the fact of my advertising'"-- here he began to read aloud--"'we are not too lavishly blessed with this world's goods.

Our house is roomy and comfortable, though abominably furnished.

But I can guarantee the climate, and there are plenty of nicer people than ourselves in the neighbourhood.

It wouldn't be fitting for me to blow our own particular household trumpet--nor, to tell the truth, is it always calculated to give forth melodious sounds; but if the other considerations I have mentioned commend themselves to you, I suggest that you come down and make trial of us.'" "Don't you think he sounds just delightful ?" queried Sara.
Manlike, Geoffrey shook his head disapprovingly.
"No, I don't," he said decisively.

"That's the most unbusinesslike letter I've ever read." "_I_ like it very much," announced Elisabeth with equal decision.