Already Henry and I are talking of a flight abroad together, to study and paint.

In two years more I can make it, if all goes well." The striking of a clock made her glance up, exclaiming over the lateness of the hour.

"Phil," she asked, "would you mind telephoning down to the station to find out if that Washington train is on time?
That's a good boy.

That little sister of mine will think the sky has fallen if I'm not at the station to meet her." "You don't mean to tell me that _Mary_ is on her way here," exclaimed Phil, as he rose to do her bidding.

"Then I certainly have something to live for.