And how's your daughter, Mrs.Brownjohn ?" "Well, I suppose I must say pretty fair." He adjusted his spectacles a quarter of an inch to the right.

"But she'll be worse before she's better, 'a b'lieve." "Indeed--poor soul! And how many will that make in all, four or five ?" "Five; they've buried three.

Yes, five; and she not much more than a maid yet.

She do know the multiplication table onmistakable well.
However, 'twas to be, and none can gainsay it." Mrs.Dewy resigned Mr.Penny.

"Wonder where your grandfather James is ?" she inquired of one of the children.