I just hold my tongue and listen.
"Yours sincerely, "LEILA GREY.
"P.S.

I shall be very proud of the bag.

I hope you are studying hard." "Indeed!" muttered John.

"Thanks, Miss Grey." There was no more of it.
John Penhallow had come by degrees to value the rare privilege of a walk with the too easily wearied clergyman, who had avenues of ready intellectual approach which invited the adventurous mind of the lad and were not in the mental topography of James Penhallow.

The cool, hazy days of late October had come with their splendour of colour-contrasts such as only the artist nature could make acceptable, and this year the autumn was unusually brilliant.
"Do you enjoy it ?" asked Rivers.
"Oh, yes, sir.