Poor Thistle! It seemed as if my heart would break when I threw the bridle on his neck and left him to go back alone; I didn't dare to hug, him but once, I was so afraid.

O, I am so glad that you will let me stay here!" "I have been thinking it will not be prudent for you to stay here, my child," replied Mrs.Delano.

"Search will be made for you in the morning, and you had better be out of the way before that.

There are some dresses belonging to Mrs.Welby's daughter in a closet up stairs.
I will borrow one of them for you to wear.

The boat from Beaufort to Savannah will stop here in an hour to take some freight.