They have all been happy ones; I don't think there are any I should n't tell.

They were very pleasant and very pretty; I should like to go over them in memory.

Sit down again, and I will begin," he added in a moment, with his naturally persuasive smile.
Gertrude sat down again on that day, and she sat down on several other days.

Felix, while he plied his brush, told her a great many stories, and she listened with charmed avidity.

Her eyes rested upon his lips; she was very serious; sometimes, from her air of wondering gravity, he thought she was displeased.