They aren't very happy, I'm afraid, David, and I'm glad you could rescue the little girl's kitten for her--but you mustn't fight.

No good can come of fighting!" "I got the cat--by fighting." "Yes, yes, I know; but--" She did not finish her sentence, and David was only waiting for a pause to ask another question.
"Why aren't they happy, Mrs.Holly ?" "Tut, tut, David, it's a long story, and you wouldn't understand it if I told it.

It's only that they're all alone in the world, and Jack Gurnsey isn't well.

He must be thirty years old now.

He had bright hopes not so long ago studying law, or something of the sort, in the city.