She stammered gratitude.
"How's your other sister--Mrs.Allchin ?" Warburton inquired kindly.
"Why, sir, she's doing pretty well in her 'ealth, sir, but her baby died yesterday week.

I hope you'll excuse me, sir, for all this bad news just when you come back from your holiday, and when it's natural as you don't feel in very good spirits." Will had much ado not to laugh.

On his return from a holiday, Mrs.
Hopper always presumed him to be despondent in view of the resumption of daily work.

He was beginning to talk of Mrs.Allchin's troubles, when at the outer door sounded a long nervous knock.
"Ha! That's Mr.Franks." Mrs.Hopper ran to admit the visitor..