Each fresh confidence of this sort was a fresh delight to him, he so thoroughly agreed with it.
"She's a prize, sir!--she's a prize!" old Mr.Worrett kept repeating, shaking Ned's hand with each repetition.

Mrs.Worrett had not been able to come.

She never left home now on account of the prevailing weakness of carryalls; but she sent Katy her best love and a gorgeous broom made of the tails of her own peacocks.
"Aren't you sorry you are not going to stay and have a nice time with us all, and help eat up the rest of the cake ?" demanded Clover, as she put her head into the carriage for a last kiss, two hours later.
"Very!" said Katy; but she didn't look sorry at all.
"There's one comfort," Clover remarked valiantly, as she walked back to the house with her arm round Rose's waist.

"She's coming back in December, when the ship sails, and as likely as not she will stay a year, or perhaps two.

That's what I like about the navy.