I would rather take her myself." I smiled at his numerous good reasons for doing such a very simple thing; and agreed that it was right and best he should do it.
"Then shall I call Mrs.Tod and inquire?
Or perhaps it might make less fuss just to go and speak to her in the kitchen.

Will you, Phineas, or shall I ?" Scarcely waiting my answer, we walked from our parlour into what I called the Debateable Land.
No one was there.

We remained several minutes all alone, listening to the groaning overhead.
"That must be Mr.March, John." "I hear.

Good heavens! how hard for her.

And she such a young thing, and alone," muttered he, as he stood gazing into the dull wood embers of the kitchen fire.