They talked as they ate, and he had not been made to feel that he was the death's head at the feast.

The change was marked and very welcome.

The bright winter sunshine streaming through the window indicated that the conditions outside were also just what they should be.
"Well," he replied, with a smile, "I don't know, Caroline, as I've made any definite plans.

Let's see, to-day's Sunday, ain't it?
Last letter I got from Abbie she sailed into me because, as she said, I seemed to have been 'most everywheres except to meetin'.

She figgers New York's a heathen place, anyhow, and she cal'lates I'm gettin' to be a backslider like the rest.