Good-night.

I'm going to bed." "Come back and kiss me first.

Poor little Kit! Dear, handsome, fiery-spirited little Kit! I say though, _what_ a shabby frock you've got on!" "Oh, don't worry me, Loftie! Any dress will do in the country." "Right, most prudent Catherine.

By the way, when did you say mother would come back ?" "Perhaps on Monday." "What did she go to Manchester for ?" "I can't tell you." "Well, I trust she will be back on Monday evening, for I am due at the Depot on Tuesday.

Lucky for me I got a week's leave, but I didn't mean to see it out.