You've been a fool: but I've a notion you'll do, yet." "Good-night, then!" Isabel went to her and held up her cheek to be kissed.
"Eh?
Not a bit of it! I'm coming with you.

Don't stare at me now-- I've a word to say, and I think maybe 'twill help." We left the Rector and Mr.Rogers to their task of overhauling the house while they sat up on the chance of Hodgson's returning with Whitmore or with news of him: and trooped up the lane and down across the park to Minden Cottage.
"Take the child to bed," said Miss Belcher, as we reached the door: and so to my room Isabel conducted me, the others waiting below.
She lit my candles and kissed me.

"You won't forget your prayers to-night, Harry?
And say a prayer for me: I shall need it, though I have more call to thank God for sending you." A minute later I heard her tap on her father's door.

He was awake and dressed, apparently--for it seemed at any rate but a moment later that her voice was guiding his blind footsteps by whispers down the stairs.

Had I guessed more of the ordeal before her, my eyes had closed less easily than they did.