There was no fear that Madonna would now leave the side of the couch and steal away by herself to the fireplace.
"Go on, Mrs.Blyth--you never make mistakes in talking on your fingers, and I always do--go on, please, and tell her how much I thank her," continued Zack, holding out the drawing at arm's length, and looking at it with his head on one side, by way of imitating Valentine's manner of studying his own pictures.

"Tell her I'll take such care of it as I never took of anything before in my life.

Tell her I'll hang it up in my bed-room, where I can see it every morning as soon as I wake.

Have you told her that ?--or shall I write it on her slate?
Hullo! here comes the tea.

And, by heavens, a whole bagful of muffins! What!!! the kitchen fire's too black to toast them.