"He will do better hereafter: won't you, Timmins ?" Thus appealed to, Timmins, though he did not relish so direct an inquiry, and from such a source, was compelled to reply in the affirmative; and Mr.Bayard graciously remitted the sentence he had passed against the offending clerk.
"Now, Robert, you will come over to my house and dine with me.

Ellen will be delighted to see you." "Thank you, sir," replied Bobby, bashfully, "I have been to dinner"-- referring to the luncheon he had eaten at Brighton.
"But you must go to the house with me." "I should be very glad to do so, sir, but I came on business.

I will stay here with Mr.Timmins till you come back." The truth is, he had heard something about the fine houses of the city, and how stylish the people were, and he had some misgivings about venturing into such a strange and untried scene as the parlor of a Boston merchant.
"Indeed, you must come with me.

Ellen would never forgive you or me, if you did not come." "I would rather rest here till you return," replied Bobby, still willing to escape the fine house and the fine folks.

"I walked from Riverdale, sir, and I am rather tired." "Walked!" exclaimed Mr.Bayard.