I'll fetch a basket--yes, two!" The name "Baron Ned" was a heritage from the days of my childhood, and doubtless it will cling to me till the day of my death.

I have never objected to it on the lips of my friends, but rather, have always liked it.
Sarah's good common sense set us all laughing, and when she brought in two large baskets, Frances and I went forth to buy our supper.
When we were a short way from the house, I said: "I've come to spend several days with you, my cousin-sister.

Are you not delighted ?" "Yes," she answered, cordially enough, but without the old-time gladness in her manner.
"And my purpose in coming concerns you," I continued.
She started perceptibly and blushed, but after a moment brought herself together and asked laughingly:-- "You don't want to marry me, brother Ned ?" "No, no," I answered.

"We're far too dear to each other to spoil it all by marriage, and my station in life, to say nothing of my small estate, is in no way up to your value.

It would not be a fair exchange.