"How is our little sailor going on?
Well, I trust, from the symptoms the other day." "I believe, sir, he is quite well now.

I am very sorry, but I have not been able to go and see him.

I am so sorry--I could not help it.
But I have got one or two things through another person.

I have put them down on this slip of paper; and here is your purse, sir, for I am afraid I can do nothing more for him.

We have illness in the house, and it makes us very busy." Ruth had been so much accustomed to blame of late, that she almost anticipated some remonstrance or reproach now, for not having fulfilled her promise better.