I don't believe there's a better man anywhere.

I was sick last summer, and you wouldn't believe how kindly he nursed me." "You can't tell me any thing about him that I should think too good to believe," said Zoe.

"He's our family doctor, you remember; and, of course, we are all attached to him on that account, as well as because of the relationship." "Yes, to be sure.

There, Dinah, you may carry away my hat and cloak," Ella said, divesting herself of them as she spoke, "but leave the satchel.

I brought my fancy-work, Zoe: one has to be industrious now, as Christmas is coming.