But they wrote to each other at every New Year, and when thy father died Ezra's watch was sent back to him.

Then Ezra knew his friend had no longer any need to count time.

He had gone into Eternity." "It was a good custom, mother," said John.

"It is a pity such customs are dying out." "They have to die, John," answered Mrs.Hatton, "for there's no friendships like that now.

People have newspapers and books dirt cheap and clubs just as cheap, and all kinds of balls to amuse them--they never feel the need of a friend.