She won't make many friends, I fear, and she'll have bad health.

Suppose she was in want of any kind,--you'd stand by her, Julian, wouldn't you?
You'd be a friend to her,--always ?" "Indeed I would, uncle!" exclaimed the boy stoutly.
"You promise me that, Julian, this Christmas night ?--you promise it ?" "Yes, I promise, uncle.

You've always been kind and good to me, and see if I'm not the same to Harriet." His voice trembled with generous emotion.
"No, I sha'n't see it, my boy," said Smales, shaking his head drearily; "but the promise will be a comfort to me at the end, a comfort to me.
You're a good lad, Julian!" Silence came upon them again.
In the same district, in one of a row of semi-detached houses standing in gardens, lived Ida's little friend, Maud Enderby, with her aunt, Miss Bygrave, a lady of forty-two or forty-three.

The rooms were small and dark; the furniture sparse, old-fashioned, and much worn; there were no ornaments in any of the rooms, with the exception of a few pictures representing the saddest incidents in the life of Christ.

On entering the front door you were oppressed by the chill, damp atmosphere, and by a certain unnatural stillness.