Why, I've sat here off an' on for nigh twenty years past, an' it hasn't done me no harm.

Don't ye fash about them as lies under ye, or that doesn' lie there either! It'll be time for ye to be getting scart when ye see the tombsteans all run away with, and the place as bare as a stubble-field.

There's the clock, and I must gang.

My service to ye, ladies!" And off he hobbled.
Lucy and I sat awhile, and it was all so beautiful before us that we took hands as we sat, and she told me all over again about Arthur and their coming marriage.

That made me just a little heart-sick, for I haven't heard from Jonathan for a whole month.
The same day.