The sea wearies me.

Only think, it is almost Christmas time, only two days now to Christmas.

How shall we keep it in these woods ?" "Aye, aye," said old Margery, coming up at the moment, "a brave muster and to do is there now in old England; and men and boys going forth singing and bearing home branches of holly, and pine, and mistletoe for Christmas greens.

Oh! I remember I used to go forth with them and help dress the churches.

God help the poor children, they will grow up in the wilderness and never see such brave sights as I have.