I will venture to say that George has not attended to the story quite so closely." "No, indeed," said George; "but it was a very pretty story for all that.
How I should have laughed to see Ben making a paint-brush out of the black cat's tail! I intend to try the experiment with Emily's kitten." "O no, no, George!" cried Emily, earnestly.

"My kitten cannot spare her tail." Edward being an invalid, it was now time for him to retire to bed.

When the family bade him good night he turned his face towards them, looking very loath to part.
"I shall not know when morning comes," said he, sorrowfully.

"And besides, I want to hear your voices all the time; for, when nobody is speaking, it seems as if I were alone in a dark world." "You must have faith, my dear child," replied his mother.

"Faith is the soul's eyesight; and when we possess it the world is never dark nor lonely.".