I suppose you felt that you would like me with you, for a time." "So I should, lad, of that you may be sure, but I should not have called you away for that.

No, I had this letter the other day from old Banks.

You know he writes to me once a year.

His letters have been only gossip so far, for you know my precious cousin kicked him out of the house, as soon as he took possession; but this is a different matter.

Read it for yourself." Charlie took the letter, and with some trouble spelt through the crabbed handwriting.
It began: "Honoured sir and master, I hope that this finds you and Captain Charles both well in health.