She seemed to him so smooth and hard, with a repellent elasticity from which he was flung off.

"I hope you're not working too hard, Miss Leighton ?" "Oh no! I enjoy every minute of it, and grow stronger on it.

Do I look very much wasted away ?" She looked him full in the face, brilliantly smiling, and intentionally beautiful.
"No," he said, with a slow sadness; "I never saw you looking better." "Poor Mr.Beaton!" she said, in recognition of his doleful tune.

"It seems to be quite a blow." "Oh no--" "I remember all the good advice you used to give me about not working too hard, and probably it's that that's saved my life--that and the house-hunting.

Has mamma told you of our adventures in getting settled?
"Some time we must.