Doctor, the fairies paint the flowers, colour the fruit, and frost the windows for him; and the winds carry pollen to tell him when his growing things are ready for the dry-house.

I don't suppose I can tell you anything new about him; but isn't he a perpetual surprise?
Never like any one else! And no matter how he startles me in the beginning, he always ends by convincing me, at least, that he is right." "I never loved any other man as I do him," said the doctor.

"I ushered him into the world when I was a young man just beginning to practise, and I've known him ever since.

I know few men so scrupulously clean.

Try to get well and make him happy, Mrs.Langston.He so deserves it." "You may be sure I will," answered the Girl.
After the visitors had gone, the Harvester told her to place the old blue dishes as she would like to arrange them on her table, so he could get a correct idea of the size, and he left to put a few finishing strokes on the bridge cover.