"Never mind! leave it to me.

I'll undertake to beg him off this time." "It's very disheartening and shocking to find him behaving so," said Mrs.Thorpe, "after the careful way we've brought him up in, too!" "Nonsense, my love! No, I don't mean that--I beg your pardon.

But who can be surprised that a child of six years old should be tired of a sermon forty minutes long by my watch?
I was tired of it myself I know, though I wasn't candid enough to show it as the boy did.

There! there! we won't begin to argue: I'll beg Zack off this time, and we'll say no more about it." Mr.Goodworth's announcement of his benevolent intentions towards Zack seemed to have very little effect on Mrs.Thorpe; but she said nothing on that subject or any other during the rest of the dreary walk home, through rain, fog, and mud, to Baregrove Square.
Rooms have their mysterious peculiarities of physiognomy as well as men.
There are plenty of rooms, all of much the same size, all furnished in much the same manner, which, nevertheless, differ completely in expression (if such a term may be allowed) one from the other; reflecting the various characters of their inhabitants by such fine varieties of effect in the furniture-features generally common to all, as are often, like the infinitesimal varieties of eyes, noses, and mouths, too intricately minute to be traceable.

Now, the parlor of Mr.
Thorpe's house was neat, clean, comfortably and sensibly furnished.
It was of the average size.