Her biggest boy Bill, who is gone off for a soldier, used to drive your cart, you know." "Yes ?" said John, interrogatively; for I was slow in putting forth my plans--that is, as much of them as it was needful he should know.
"Sally is poor--not so very poor, though.

Your twopence a night would help her; and I dare say, if you'll let me speak to her, you might have Bill's attic all to yourself.

She has but one other lad at home: it's worth trying for." "It is indeed.

You are very kind, Phineas." He said no more words than these--but their tone spoke volumes.
I got into my little carriage again, for I was most anxious not to lose a day in this matter.

I persuaded John to go at once with me to Sally Watkins.