You have made me so rich, too, my dear, that I shall be quite comfortable; but you will come and see me again before very long, if I live ?" "Oh, yes, Nance.

People who have asthma often live to be very old.
You know that, wherever I am, I will be continually thinking of you, and of the little green corner up there in the rock churchyard; and I will come back sometimes to see you." "But where will you go, my dear ?" "To my sister.

Ever since this trouble has come upon me I have longed for a sister's love, and now I think I will go to her I will tell her all my troubles, and ask her to help me to find employment." "Perhaps she has never heard of you--what do I know ?--and perhaps she will spurn you when she hears your story.

If she does, come back to old Nance, my dear; her arms will always be open to receive you.

Yes, begin the world again.