"You never would have learned that out of your Hebrew Lexicon.

The best way to reach this young fellow's soul is through his body," declared he, silently, to the bandage he was preparing for the broken head.

"This is nothing but a blessing in disguise." But he had too much tact to carry the conversation further, and presently left his patient alone to digest his breakfast and the lesson it had inculcated.
This was Cornelia's last day at home; she was to take the eight-o'clock train next morning to the city.

The young lady's mood was unequal: sometimes she drooped; anon would break forth into much talk and merriment, which would evaporate almost as quickly as the froth of champagne.

This was her first departure from home, and the ease, freedom, and beloved old ways of home-life, assumed more of their true value in her eyes.