"Fetch the artist in Norman's Lexicon, Harry." "Since he has hit off one of us so well," said the doctor.

"Well! I'm off.

I must see old Southern.

You'll be ready by three?
Good-bye, hen and chicken." "And I may have the spectacles ?" said Ethel, running after him; "you know I am an injured individual, for mamma won't let me carry baby about the house because I am so blind." "You are welcome to embellish yourself, as far as I am concerned." A general dispersion ensued, and only Mrs.May, Margaret, and the baby, remained.
"Oh, no!" sighed Margaret; "you can't be the hen-and-chicken daisy properly, without all your chickens.

It is the first christening we ever had without our all being there." "It was best not to press it, my dear," said her mother.