"If you'll look in your Bible, you'll read about 'the haughty spirit that goes before a fall.' I'm sure I wish you well enough.

I hope that things'll turn out better'n they're like to.

Tell your mother I'll come over before long and talk with her about it." Frank inwardly hoped that Mrs.Roxana wouldn't put herself to any trouble to call, but politeness taught him to be silent.
Leaving Mrs.Mason's gate, he kept on his way to school, but had hardly gone half a dozen rods before he met an old lady, whose benevolent face indicated a very different disposition from that of the lady he had just parted with.
"Good morning, Mrs.Chester," said Frank cordially, recognizing one of his mother's oldest friends.
"Good morning, my dear boy," was the reply.

"I hear your father is going to the war." "Yes," said Frank, a little nervously, not knowing but Mrs.Chester would view the matter in the same way as Mrs.Mason, though he felt sure she would express herself less disagreeably.
"And I hear that you are going to try to make his place good at home." "I don't expect to make his place good, Mrs.Chester," said Frank modestly, "but I shall do as well as I can." "I have no doubt of it, my dear boy," said the old lady kindly.

"You can do a great deal, too.