They got jolly again over tea.

As they sat by Brayford, watching the boats, he told her about Clara.

His mother asked him innumerable questions.
"Then who does she live with ?" "With her mother, on Bluebell Hill." "And have they enough to keep them ?" "I don't think so.

I think they do lace work." "And wherein lies her charm, my boy ?" "I don't know that she's charming, mother.

But she's nice.