But he's a treasure to me, for all that--" "My dear, my dear," interrupted Chapman; "what a kind way you have of paying compliments.

Mrs.Toodleburg will not understand you, my dear.
What more than any one else have I done for other people ?" "You have been a perfect Christian, my dear, so you have," resumed Mrs.
Chapman, giving her head a toss and pressing the fore-finger of her right hand on the arm of the chair.

"Why, Mrs.Toodlebug--pardon me; I never did pronounce names correct." She turned condescendingly to Angeline.

"You must know that my dear husband created a whole town once.
Then he built a great and flourishing church, founded on advanced moral ideas.

And he intended to have sold it for the good of others, and would have sold it, but for an unforeseen circumstance." "A very unforeseen circumstance, my dear," rejoined Chapman, shaking his head admonishingly.