"I wish I had him; -- but _dat_ is a thing in which is no goot; as he is too far off for me to reach him.

Better for him! And it will be better for us to go home, for the day is not very long." Neither was Mr.Herder's stay in the mountains after that.

At parting he assured Winthrop "he should be very glad to do him all the goot he could do, if he would only let him know how." This was just after the fall of the leaf.

The winter was a mild one, and so fruitful in business belonging to the farm that Winthrop's own private concerns had little chance.

Latin was pushed a little, and Greek entered upon; neither of them could be forwarded much, with all the stress that hope or despair could make.