Nothing like Trouville air, my dear husband used to tell me, when I came back in the autumn.

You don't mind, do you ?" "For how long, Lucy ?" asked Jane, with a tone of disappointment in her voice, as she placed her foot on the top step of the porch.
"Oh, I can't tell.

Depends very much on how I like it." As she spoke she drew up an easy-chair for Jane and settled herself in another.

Then she added carelessly: "Oh, perhaps a month--perhaps two." "Two months!" exclaimed Jane in astonishment, dropping into her seat.
"Why, what do you want to leave Yardley for?
O Lucy, don't--please don't go!" "But you can come over, and I can come here," rejoined Lucy in a coaxing tone.
"Yes; but I don't want to come over.

I want you at home.