However, Harry brightened.

He regarded this lovely, blooming creature and inhaled again the odor of dinner, and reflected with a sense of gratitude upon his mercies.

Harry had a grateful heart, and was always ready to blame himself.
"Oh, I should be lost, go all to pieces, if I quit work," he said, laughing.

"If I were left a fortune, I should land in an insane asylum very likely, or take to drink.

No, dear, you can't teach such an old bird new tricks; he's been in one tree too long, summer and winter." "Well, after all, you have not got to go out to-day," remarked Ida, skilfully, and Harry again stretched himself with a sense of present comfort.
"That is so, dear," he said.
"I have something you like for supper, too," said Ida, "and I think George Adams and Louisa may drop in and we can have some music." Harry brightened still more.