I'm fifty-five, and I dare say I shall be in my grave by the time we get it--if we ever do." "Oh, no, you won't be in your grave," said Mary, kindly.
"It'll be such a great day," said Mrs.Seal, with a toss of her locks.
"A great day, not only for us, but for civilization.

That's what I feel, you know, about these meetings.

Each one of them is a step onwards in the great march--humanity, you know.

We do want the people after us to have a better time of it--and so many don't see it.

I wonder how it is that they don't see it ?" She was carrying plates and cups from the cupboard as she spoke, so that her sentences were more than usually broken apart.