Mother was not very well, and John, when at home, was dull.

He fretted about something.
Did I not know what it was about?
"Whether I come or stay, you must believe in me, Jane," said I; "I am not one of those that change.

I will go back with you now and see your mother.

Here are the rest of our party coming; we will meet them and tell them what I am going to do." "That is Miss Leonard," I added, seeing Rachel riding foremost.

"Are you not curious to see her ?" Jane said "Yes," and walked on beside me, holding my whip.
The sun was in Rachel's face till she passed into the shade right before us.