Still, I dare say, it will all come right again at some time or other." "Ah, Mr Lorton," said Lady Dasher, "I'm afraid it will _never_ come right again.

You are too sanguine, like all young people." "Oh, `never' is a long day," I said; "we should all be hopeful and merry, I think, at least on this one day in the year." "I could never be merry again, Mr Lorton," she said, with a prodigious sigh, which seemed to come from the depths of her heart, "since poor dear papa died;" and she then passed on mournfully homewards, with Bessie and Seraphine in her wake.

Their cheerful faces, as they nodded back and smiled at Horner and myself, contrasted strongly with their mother's lugubrious visage.

I wonder if anybody ever saw her laugh?
I've got my doubts about it.
Then came out Miss Pimpernell, her kind old face beaming with smiles as she bowed here and there, and gave a cordial greeting to us young fellows, who still stood around the church porch.

She did not forget me, you may be certain.