So Georgy will be all safe.

But when a man has led a careless, godless kind of a life,--doing very little harm, perhaps, but doing no particular good,--he ought to set about making up his account somehow for a better world, when he feels himself slipping out of this.

I asked Georgy for her Bible yesterday, and the poor dear loving little thing was frightened out of her wits.

'O, don't talk like that, Tom,' she cried; 'Mr.Sheldon says you are getting better every hour,'-- by which you may guess what a rare thing it is for me to read my Bible.

No, Phil, old fellow, you've done your best for me, I know; but I'm not made of a very tough material, and all the physic you can pour down this poor sore throat of mine won't put any strength into me." "Nonsense, dear boy; that's just what a man who has not been accustomed to illness is sure to think directly he is laid up for a day or two." "I've been laid up for three weeks," murmured Mr.Halliday rather fretfully.
"Well, well, perhaps this Mr.Burkham will bring you round in three days, and then you'll say that your friend Sheldon was an ignoramus." "No, no, I shan't, old fellow; I'm not such a fool as that.