You would not be the dear, dear old Ritchie that you are.

You would not be a calm, cautious, steady balance to the quicksilver heads some of us have got.
No, no, Norman's a very fine fellow, a very dear fellow, but he would not do half so well for our eldest--he is too easily up, and down again." "And I am getting into my old way of repining," said Richard.

"I don't mind so much, since my father has at least one son to be proud of, and I can be of some use to him now." "Of the greatest, and to all of us.

I am so glad you can stay after Christmas, and papa was pleased at your offering, and said he could not spare you at all, though he would have tried, if it had been any real advantage to you." "Well, I hope he will approve.

I must speak to him as soon as I can find him with his mind tolerably disengaged." The scene that ensued that evening in the magic lantern before Margaret's bed, did not promise much for the freedom of her father's mind.