Go to bed! This night air may chill you.

I can't sleep.

I wanted you to know first----so I came over.

In mother's stead, will you kiss me, and wish me happiness, dear friend ?" Granny Moreland laid an eager, withered hand on each shoulder, and bent to the radiant young face.
"God bless you, lad, and grant you as great happiness as life ort to fetch every clean, honest man," she prayed fervently, with closed eyes and her lined old face turned skyward.

"And, O God, bless Ruth, and help her as You never helped mortal woman before to know her own mind without 'variableness, neither shadow of turnin'.'" The Harvester was on Singing Water bridge before he gave way.