In fact, there is one--that tall man in gray in the reclining-chair--who didn't seem to me likely to last long.

Well, we will hope for the best.

I'm not one who likes to make difficulties." This prospect, together with dinner, which was presently announced, raised Mrs.Watson's spirits a little, and Clover left her in the parlor, exchanging experiences and discussing symptoms with some ladies who had sat opposite them at table.

Mrs.Hope came for a call; a pretty little woman, as friendly and kind as her husband.

Then Clover and Phil went out for a stroll about the town.