The old mare don't want to stand, and I'm in a desput hurry, too.

I orto be to hum this minute, instead of driving over that stony Portupog road.

I hope you don't mean to carry that are thing," he continued, pointing with his whip towards Alice's cradle, which stood near Mary's box of clothes.
The tears came into Mary's eyes, and she answered "Alice has always slept in it, and I didn't know but--" Here she stopped, and running up to Ella, hid her face in her lap, and sobbed, "I don't want to go.

Oh, I don't want to go, can't I stay with you ?" Billy's yellow handkerchief was suddenly brought into requisition, and Mrs.Bender, who, with all her imaginary aches and pains, was a kind-hearted woman, made vigorous attacks upon her snuff-box, while Mrs.Campbell patted Mary's head, saying, "Poor child.

I can't take you both, but you shall see your sister often." Ella was too much pleased with Mrs.Campbell, and the thoughts of the fine home to which she was going, to weep but her chin quivered, when Mary held up the baby for her to kiss, and said, "Perhaps you will never see little Allie again." When all was ready, Mr.Knight walked around his wagon, and after trying to adjust the numerous articles it contained, said, "I don't see how in the world I can carry that cradle, my wagon is chuck full now.