I don't like it.

I always tell my girl when we talk about a husband for her, never to trust to chance, but to make sure beforehand that she has a good man and true, and then chance will neither make her nor break her.

What are you fidgeting about there, Joe?
Nothing gone in the harness, I hope ?' 'No no,' said Joe--finding, however, something very engrossing to do in the way of strapping and buckling--'Miss Dolly quite well ?' 'Hearty, thankye.

She looks pretty enough to be well, and good too.' 'She's always both, sir'-- 'So she is, thank God!' 'I hope,' said Joe after some hesitation, 'that you won't tell this story against me--this of my having been beat like the boy they'd make of me--at all events, till I have met this man again and settled the account.

It'll be a better story then.' 'Why who should I tell it to ?' returned Gabriel.