He turned the books restlessly, one after the other, and could not settle to anything.

To all my speculations about our sick neighbour, and our pearl of kind-hearted landladies, he only replied in monosyllables; at last he started up and said,-- "Phineas, I think I'll go myself." "Where ?" "To fetch Doctor Brown.

If Tod is not come in it would be but a common charity.

And I know the way." "But the dark night ?" "Oh, no matter; the mare will be safer under me than a stranger.

And though I have taken good care that the three horses in the tan-yard shall have the journey, turn and turn about; still it's a good pull from here to Norton Bury, and the mare's my favourite.