My three great friends are dead.

They have left children and grandchildren, of course, but I don't want to make new acquaintances at my age, unless I have the picking of them.

No, I shall get Miss Hillis to go with me to my little cabin on the Jersey coast.

We'll take our knitting and the fresh novels, and I'll warrant we'll see as much of the new men and women in them as will more than satisfy us.

But you must write me long letters, and tell me everything about the Squire and the way he keeps house, and I don't care if you fill up the paper with the Tyrrel-Rawdons." "I will write you often, Granny, and tell you everything." "I shouldn't wonder if you come across Dora Stanhope, but I wouldn't ask her to Rawdon.