I have often told you, you should return here.

You would be happier here than elsewhere, I know.

As to Barnaby, it's quite his home.' 'And Grip's,' said Barnaby, holding the basket open.

The raven hopped gravely out, and perching on his shoulder and addressing himself to Mr Haredale, cried--as a hint, perhaps, that some temperate refreshment would be acceptable--'Polly put the ket-tle on, we'll all have tea!' 'Hear me, Mary,' said Mr Haredale kindly, as he motioned her to walk with him towards the house.

'Your life has been an example of patience and fortitude, except in this one particular which has often given me great pain.