But it rises rapidly, and now, at eleven A.M., it is as high as fifteen.

The weather is still and beautiful; the English steamer is still safe at her moorings.
"Our little club met last night, each with a sonnet.

I did the best I could with a very bad subject.

K.and E.rather carried the honors away, but Mr.J.M.'s was very taking.

Our 'crambo' playing was rather dull, all of us having exhausted ourselves on the sonnets.