You've been so good.

Come out Sunday again, if you want to, or any evening.

I'll be home." It was while he was calling on her in this way that his Uncle Seneca died in Cuba and left him fifteen thousand dollars.

This money made him worth nearly twenty-five thousand dollars in his own right, and he knew exactly what to do with it.

A panic had come since Mr.Semple had died, which had illustrated to him very clearly what an uncertain thing the brokerage business was.