How life will be changed, how dreary the world will be, when papa and you are dead.' 'None can tell whether you won't die before us,' I replied.

'It's wrong to anticipate evil.

We'll hope there are years and years to come before any of us go: master is young, and I am strong, and hardly forty-five.

My mother lived till eighty, a canty dame to the last.

And suppose Mr.
Linton were spared till he saw sixty, that would be more years than you have counted, Miss.