But the ladies merely smiled.

Placidly triumphant in its endurance, the smile said: "We decline even to feel such a martyrdom as this." "Well, you know, Martha; I," he said, "I--no father could wish--eh?
if you could manage to persuade them not to be so fond of me.

They must think of their future, of course.

They won't always have a home--a father, a father, I mean.

God grant they may never want!--eh?
the dinner; boh! let's in to dinner.