We would take a grand piano, and--and--a copy of Browning.

And Denver and his wife would come over to see us.

We should be quite a family party.

It would be jolly." Ida sat listening to the stumbling words and awkward phrases which were whispered from the back of her, but there was something in Charles Westmacott's clumsiness of speech which was more moving than the words of the most eloquent of pleaders.

He paused, he stammered, he caught his breath between the words, and he blurted out in little blunt phrases all the hopes of his heart.