Some day I knew you would leave me; it is well that you should leave me when I am no longer able to keep a roof over your head." "But we shall find a roof for you, grandfather, somewhere.

We shall never part." "The best of girls always," said Mr.Emblem; "the best of girls! Mr.
Arbuthnot, you are a happy man." Then the Sage lifted up his voice and said solemnly: "On her tongue dwelleth music; the sweetness of honey floweth from her lips; humility is like a crown of glory about her head; her eye speaketh softness and love; her husband putteth his heart in her bosom and findeth joy." "Oh, you are all too good to me," murmured Iris.
"A friend of mine," said Mr.Emblem, "now, like nearly all my friends, beneath the sod, used to say that a good marriage was a happy blending of the finest Wallsend with the most delicate Silkstone.

But he was in the coal trade.

For my own part I have always thought that it is like the binding of two scarce volumes into one." "Oh, not second-hand volumes, grandfather," said Iris.
"I don't know.

Certainly not new ones.