"If horse-flesh is cheaper than man-flesh, like most cheap articles, it is less enduring.

Tom must rest, if his master cannot." "The decision is final, I suppose." "I must say yes." "I hardly think your great coat is dry yet," said my wife.

"I had it hung before the kitchen fire.

Let me see." "You must wait for ten, or fifteen minutes longer," she remarked, on returning from the kitchen.

"One sleeve was completely wetted through, and I have turned it in order to get the lining dry." I sat down and took Agnes on my lap, and was just getting into a pleasant talk with her, when the door-bell rung.