What is the matter with you ?" "Well, I'll tell you, old friend.

I am almost happy.

I am, indeed.
It wasn't Clay's telegram that hurried me up so and got me ready to start with you.

It was a letter from Louise." "Good! What is it?
What does she say ?" "She says come home--her father has consented, at last." "My boy, I want to congratulate you; I want to shake you by the hand! It's a long turn that has no lane at the end of it, as the proverb says, or somehow that way.

You'll be happy yet, and Beriah Sellers will be there to see, thank God!" "I believe it.