I saw her eyes watering, and she is not clever in turning it off.

In that nobody ever equalled dear Papa.

I attribute the attack almost entirely to the tightness of the white neck-cloths the young clergymen of the Established Church wear.

But, my dear, I have lived too long away from them to wish for an instant the slightest change in anything they think, say, or do.

The mere sight of this young man was most refreshing to my spirit.