She was too ill to come, so she sent me.

She told me I was not to let it be sold away from us for less than ten pounds, or she sh--should be m--m--miserable," and the poor little fellow began to cry.

Rosa followed suit promptly but unobtrusively.
"Sentiment always costs money," said Mr.Jacobs, gravely.
"How do you know ?" asked Mr.Cohen.

"Have YOU got any on hand?
I never seen none at your shop." Some tempting things now came up, and Mrs.Staines bid freely; but all of a sudden she looked down the table, and there was Uncle Philip, twinkling as before.

"Oh, dear! what am I doing now!" thought she.