You have had a weary night, I am sure.

Was it the Irish again, or the horrid teetotalers ?" "It was both, my dear," said he.

"Phyllis," he added solemnly, "an Irish teetotaler is a fearful thing." "You shall forget all the intemperate teetotalers in a beautiful sleep," said she, putting her arms around his neck.

"Good-night, papa! It was so thoughtless of me to keep you up.

It is one o'clock." "It appears to me that you are the one who should be ready to succumb," said her father.