"Well, the child is the best judge, after all." "I am glad of it," said Mr.Dale,--"I am glad of it.

He was no husband for little Lois,--no, my dear, pray let me speak,--no husband for Lois.
I have had some conversation with him, and I played euchre with him once.
He played too well for a gentleman, Archibald." "He beat you, did he ?" said the rector.
"That had nothing to do with it!" cried Mr.Dale.

"I should have said the same thing had I been his partner"-- "Fudge!" Mrs.Dale interrupted, "as though it made the slightest difference how a man played a silly game! Don't be foolish, Henry.

Lois has made a great mistake, but I suppose there is nothing to be done, unless young Forsythe should try again.

I hope he will, and I hope she will have more sense." The rector was silent.