Then suppose Jack should get worse--" "We'll suppose nothing of the kind," he interrupted, brusquely.

"Tell Becky to pack up her things.

Leave Lloyd to me.

I'll get her consent without any trouble." "Come, Colonel," he called, as he left the house.

"I'm going to take you a little ride." No one ever knew what the kind old fellow said to her to induce her to go to her grandfather's.
She came back from her ride looking brighter than she had in a long time.