I hope none of us will cry." "I am not going to cry, Mrs.Dr.dear, and that you may tie to, but whether I shall manage to smile or not will be as Providence ordains and as the pit of my stomach feels.

Have you room there for this fruit-cake?
And the shortbread?
And the mince-pie?
That blessed boy shall not starve, whether they have anything to eat in that Quebec place or not.

Everything seems to be changing all at once, does it not?
Even the old cat at the manse has passed away.

He breathed his last at a quarter to ten last night and Bruce is quite heart-broken, they tell me." "It's time that pussy went where good cats go.

He must be at least fifteen years old.