Ah, brother William John!" The farmer, half frightened by Anthony's dolorous shake of his head, exclaimed: "What's the matter, man ?" "How proud I should be if only you was in a way to bank at Boyne's!" "Ah!" went the farmer in his turn, and he plunged his chin deep in his neckerchief.
"Perhaps some of your family will, some day, brother William John." "Happen, some of my family do, brother Anthony!" "Will is what I said, brother William John; if good gals, and civil, and marry decently--eh ?" and he faced about to Rhoda who was walking with Miss Wicklow.

"What does she look so down about, my dear?
Never be down.
I don't mind you telling your young man, whoever he is; and I'd like him to be a strapping young six-footer I've got in my eye, who farms.

What does he farm with to make farming answer now-a-days?
Why, he farms with brains.

You'll find that in my last week's Journal, brother William John, and thinks I, as I conned it--the farmer ought to read that! You may tell any young man you like, my dear, that your old uncle's fond of ye." On their arrival home, Mrs.Wicklow met them with a letter in her hand.
It was for Rhoda from Dahlia, saying that Dahlia was grieved to the heart to have missed her dear father and her darling sister.

But her husband had insisted upon her going out to make particular purchases, and do a dozen things; and he was extremely sorry to have been obliged to take her away, but she hoped to see her dear sister and her father very, very soon.