I'll promise you that.

How about you, Bradford ?" "Oh, I'm thinking of sitting up all night," he answered, laughing, "to escape having any dreams.

Miss Mary assures me they will come true, and one might have a nightmare after such a spread as that wedding-supper.

I can hardly afford to take such risks." A moment after, Rob's whistle sounded cheerfully down the avenue and Alec was going around the house, putting out the down-stairs lights.
Late as it was, when they reached their room, Joyce stopped to smooth every wrinkle out of her bridesmaid dress, and spread it out carefully in the tray of her trunk.
"It is so beautiful," she said, as she plumped the sleeves into shape with tissue-paper.

"As long as an accident had to happen to one of us it was lucky that it was Lloyd's dress that was torn.