I had hoped I could pull her through with care, food, and tonics, but I don't dare go any farther alone.

Betsy, that's a thin, hot, little hand to hold a man's only chance for happiness." "Well, bridegroom! I've been counting the days!" said Doctor Carey.

"The Missus and I made it up this morning that we had waited as long as we would.

We are coming to-night.

David." "It's all right, Doc," said the Harvester.