"I don't dislike the fellow, but one may have too much even of a good thing." Then Amias looked at him rather queerly but made no answer.
Caleb Martin and Kit were established comfortably at the cottage under Mrs.Sullivan's motherly wing, and Kit's white pinched little face filled out in the sweet country air.
"She is a different creature," Caleb assured Malcolm.

"I wish Ma'am could see her.

She is just as happy as the day is long.

We are in the woods from morning to night, picking up fir-cones and building with them, and making believe that we are gypsies.

She's ready to drop with fatigue before she lets me take her home, and then our good lady scolds us a bit." "And poor Mrs.Martin is alone in Todmorden's Lane ?" remarked Malcolm.
"Lord love you, sir," returned Caleb, "you don't need to be pitying Ma'am; she's glad to be rid of the pair of us.