Even my story, sad as it was, failed to trouble her long, and as was her fashion, she set about comforting me, upon her usual principle that, whatever threatened, it were best be blithe to-day.
"Come," she said, "we'll put you up with us, right here.

Johnson, take Mr.Cowles' things; and go down to the city at once for his bags." "But, my dear Mrs.Kitty," I protested, "I can't.

I really must be getting on.

I'm here on business with Colonel Meriwether." "Never mind about Colonel Meriwether," rejoined my hostess, "we'll find him later--he's up the river somewhere.

Always take care of the important things first.