She took his hand frankly, and made light of her weary looks.
"No, my cousin," she said, playfully; "I mean to be worthier of my pretty bed to-night; I am not going to be your patient yet." Mr.
Gallilee (with this mouth full at the moment) offered good advice.

"Eat and drink as I do, my dear," he said to Carmina; "and you will sleep as I do.

Off I go when the light's out--flat on my back, as Mrs.Gallilee will tell you--and wake me if you can, till it's time to get up.

Have some buttered eggs, Ovid.

They're good, ain't they, Zo ?" Zo looked up from her plate, and agreed with her father, in one emphatic word, "Jolly!" Miss Minerva, queen of governesses, instantly did her duty.
"Zoe! how often must I tell you not to talk slang?
Do you ever hear your sister say 'Jolly ?'" That highly-cultivated child, Maria, strong in conscious virtue, added her authority in support of the protest.
"No young lady who respects herself, Zoe, will ever talk slang." Mr.
Gallilee was unworthy of such a daughter.