I was going myself, but I start for the seashore to-morrow, and have not time.

I want to know how that poor Mr.Ralph is getting along.

Molly Tooney has left, and his sister is away, and of course those two Drane women are temporary boarders and take no care of him or his clothes.

To be sure, there is a woman there, but she is that English-French creature who gives all her time to fancy dishes, and I suppose never made a bed or washed a shirt in her life." "That's so, Miss Panney," said Phoebe, eagerly, "an' I reckon it's a lot of slops he has to eat now.

'Tain't like the good wholesome meals I gave him when I cooked thar.