How could you guess my wishes so nicely.
For a long time, this is just the book I have wanted." "I'm glad.

I thought you'd like it." "Fine, fine," said the old man, fondling the volume as he would some dear object, as indeed, every good book was to him.
Then Mildred got out her violin, and after the proper tuning of the strings, she placed it under her shapely chin.

She played without music some of the simple heart melodies, and then some of the Sunday School songs which the company softly accompanied by words.
Carlia poked the log in the grate into a blaze, then slyly turned the lamp wick down.

When detected and asked why she did that she replied: "I wanted to make it appear more like a picnic party around a camp fire in the hills.".