If I live to the years the Psalmist allots to man, I shall thus accumulate something handsome for your son, which may be taken in the way of compensation." Mr.Gordon was by no means softened by this generous speech.

However, he answered more politely than was his wont, "My son will be very much obliged to you, should he ever need your intended bequest." Pausing a moment, he added with a cheerful smile, "A large percentage of infants die before attaining the age of twenty-one." "Nay, but I am told your son is an uncommonly fine healthy child." "My son, Cousin Peter! I was not thinking of my son, but of yours.

Yours has a big head.

I should not wonder if he had water in it.

I don't wish to alarm you, but he may go off any day, and in that case it is not likely that Lady Chillingly will condescend to replace him.