Jill would nestle it on his coat-sleeve for a moment, as she obeyed him.

Her father had the softest place in her heart.
She always would have it that her mother was hard on her, but she never complained of want of kindness from her father.
'Colonel Ferguson comes very often,' remarked Lesbia, a little peevishly, as she walked to the fireplace to warm herself: she was a chilly being, and loved warmth.

'His name is Donald, is it not?
some one told me so: Donald Ferguson.

Well, he is not bad; he may do for Sara.

She has plenty of quicksilver to balance his gravity.' I was rather surprised at this beginning; but without waiting for any answer, she went on.
'What is this Mr.Cunliffe tells me ?' she asked, fixing her blue eyes on my face with marked interest.