You shall not wait a moment,' returned his friend, as he lazily crossed his legs.

'The simplest thing in the world.

It lies in a nutshell.

Ned has written her a letter--a boyish, honest, sentimental composition, which remains as yet in his desk, because he hasn't had the heart to send it.

I have taken a liberty, for which my parental affection and anxiety are a sufficient excuse, and possessed myself of the contents.