Arthur remained single for years; I think to provide, or assist in providing, for his mother, sisters, and younger brothers, but he seems to be reaping his reward now in having a wife who is a great comfort and blessing to him." "She is that, indeed!" said Mrs.Allison emphatically.

"Ah! speak of angels--here they come!" as Dr.Conly and his young wife were seen approaching, followed by a nurse carrying the infant.
In another minute they had joined the group on the veranda, where the doctor speedily ensconced his wife in an easy-chair, placed himself in another by her side, and taking the baby from the nurse, held it up with a look of fatherly pride, asking the older ladies, "Isn't this a pretty fine specimen of babyhood, considering that he is my son ?" "Yes, indeed!" laughed Mrs.Allison, "it is singular that so poor a specimen of manhood as my nephew, Arthur Conly, should have so fine a son.

But he may have got his good looks from his mother; though I do not perceive that she has lost any." "Now, Aunt Adelaide, after that you will do well to take care not to fall ill and get into the doctor's hands," laughed Marian.
"My dear," said the doctor, "can you suppose I object to having my wife praised?
or my son, even at his father's expense ?" "No, I know you do not," she returned.

"I verily believe you would sacrifice everything for him except his mother." "Did he let you take part in any of the games ?" asked Adelaide.
"Oh, I didn't ask to!" said Marian.

"I have grown so lazy that I thought it more fun to watch the others." "Captain Raymond and Violet seem to be enjoying tennis as much as any of the rest," remarked Mrs.Dinsmore, who was watching the game with keen interest.
"Yes," said Dr.Conly, "all--old and young--seem very happy and interested in their various sports; and I think are gaining health and strength from the vigorous exercise in this pure air." Most of the company were engaged in games of one kind or another, but some few were wandering about in the alleys of the garden or wood, or sitting on the grass or some rustic bench, chatting sociably, as cousins and connections might be expected to do.