We sent them to Boston to be handsomely framed, and the man, on returning them, wrote us that he had exhibited them for a week in his store, and that they had attracted great attention.

The frames are magnificent, and the pictures now hang in a row on the parlor wall.
Our only quarrel with them is that they make the old papering and the engravings look dreadfully shabby.

Mr.Striker stood and looked at them the other day full five minutes, and said, at last, that if Roderick's head was running on such things it was no wonder he could not learn to draw up a deed.

We lead here so quiet and monotonous a life that I am afraid I can tell you nothing that will interest you.

Mrs.Hudson requests me to say that the little more or less that may happen to us is of small account, as we live in our thoughts and our thoughts are fixed on her dear son.