Before he could speak, she had reached his chair, and put her arm across his shoulder, and said in her bright, confidential way, "Come, father, let you and me have a bit of pleasure by ourselves: there isn't much comfort in the house to-day." "You say right, Charlotte; you do so, my dear.

Where shall we go?
Eh?
Where ?" "Wherever you like best.

There is no snow to hamper us yet.

Some of the servants are down from Up-Hill.

Ducie has sent mother a great spice-loaf and a fine Christmas cheese." "Ducie is a kind woman.