How wise you were to get that good serge.

It's everlasting.

At any rate it'll last you as long as you want it.

Ah-h! My poor child"-- she laid her hand on Mrs.Nevill Tyson's averted shoulder--"you'll _not_ fret, will you, now?
No--you're too brave, I know.

The more I think of it the more I feel that it's all for the best.
Think--if he'd lived to be older you'd have cared more, and it would have been harder then--when he was running about and playing.