Well--we'll miss you.

The girls will be right out." But the colonel would not be quenched; his fires were burning deeply.
"As I was saying, Mrs.Culpepper," he went on, "the classic training obtained from a liberal education such as it was my fortune--" Mrs.Culpepper smiled blandly as she put in, "Now, pa, these boys don't care for that." "But, my dear, let me finish.

As I started to say: the flowers of poetry, Keats and his large white plumes, the contemplation of nature's secrets, the reflective study of--" "Yes,--here's your coat now, pa," said the wife, returning from a dive into the hall.

"John, how's your ma going to get on without you?
And, pa, be sure don't forget the eggs for breakfast.

I declare since we've moved up here so far from the stores, we nearly starve." The colonel waited a second while a glare melted into a smile, and then backed meekly into the arms stretched high to hold his alpaca coat.