Mrs.Dale was determined to leave the subject of Dick Forsythe, "for Henry has so little sense," she thought, "there is no knowing what he'll say next, or Deborah Woodhouse either.

But then, one couldn't expect anything else of her." "Ah,--she's all right," said Dr.Howe, frowning at Miss Ruth's hand, and then glancing at Mr.Dale's, and thrusting out his lower lip, while his bushy eyebrows gathered in a frown.
"What is Ward ?" asked Mr.Dale, sorting his cards.

"Old or new school ?" "I'm sure I don't know the difference," said Dr.Howe; "he's a blue Presbyterian, though, through and through.

He didn't have much to say for himself, but what he did say made me believe he was consistent; he doesn't stop short where his creed ceases to be agreeable, and you know that is unusual." "Well," remarked the older man, "he might be consistent and belong to either school.

I am told the difference consists merely in the fact that the old school have cold roast beef on the Sabbath, and the new school have hot roast beef on Sunday.