"It's the best we could do," he said.

"We hope you will accept her with our best wishes." Truth to say, Mrs.Kennard's tears were soon dried; and before long the new colt became almost as great a pet as the lost Sylph.
"Don't you ever forget, and don't you ever let me forget, how the old Squire has helped us out of this scrape," Ad said to me that night after we had gone upstairs.

"He's an old Christian.

If he ever needs a friend in his old age and I fail him, let my name be Ichabod!".