I have not been quite as regular in my habits as I ought to have been, but London is not the place for a man of my tastes--too many temptations for a fellow like me.

When I come back we will go into the country, where you can have a garden, with flowers and chickens, and grow fat and pretty again.

You are not much like the girl I married.

Good-bye.' He kissed her and the baby, and went whistling down the stairs.

She never saw him again, and only heard from him once.