For I shall have to, that is now certain.

Poor father, who gets weaker and weaker, talked to us the other day about what we could expect after his death; and it will be only just a little sum for each of us, nothing like enough to invest and live upon.

I am working at my water-colours, and I have been trying pastel--there's no end of good material here.

When the end comes--and it can't be long--I must go to London, and see whether my things have any market value.

I don't like the prospect of life in a garret on bread and water--by myself, that is.