I haven't got better at home." The contents of this old yellow seal formed the chief part of the merchant's meal.

Emilia was induced to drink two full glasses.
"Doesn't that make your feet warm, my dear ?" said Mr.Pole.
"It makes me want to talk," Emilia confessed.
"Ah! we shall have some fun to-night.

'To-the-rutte-ta-to!' If you could only sing, 'Begone dull care!' I like glees: good, honest, English, manly singing for me! Nothing like glees and madrigals, to my mind.

With chops and baked potatoes, and a glass of good stout, they beat all other music." Emilia sang softly to him.
When she had finished, Mr.Pole applauded her mildly.
"Your music, my dear ?" "My music: Mr.Runningbrook's words.

But only look.