Nothing was seen of him till after tea-time, when he came limping in, very dirty and tired, but with a reposeful expression, which betrayed that a load was off his mind.

Frank was busy about his own affairs and paid little attention to him, but Jill was on tenter-hooks to know where he had been, yet dared not ask the question.
"Merry's brother wants some cards.

He liked hers so much he wishes to make his lady-love a present.

Here's the name;" and Jill held up the order from Harry Grant, who was to be married in the autumn.
"Must wait till next week.

I'm too tired to do a thing to-night, and I hate the sight of that old press," answered Jack, laying himself down upon the rug as if every joint ached.
"What made you take such a long walk?
You look as tired as if you'd been ten miles," said Jill, hoping to discover the length of the trip.
"Had to.