I like a run before breakfast." But Rose held her letter fast, dimpling with sudden smiles, half merry and half shy.
"No thank you, sir.

Archie likes to do that, and never fails to call for all I write.

He gets a peep at Phebe's in return and I cheer him up a bit, for, though he says nothing, he has a hard time of it, poor fellow." "How many letters in five days ?" "Four, sir, to me.

She doesn't write to him, Uncle." "As yet.

Well, you show hers, so it's all right and you are a set of sentimental youngsters." And the doctor walked away, looking as if he enjoyed the sentiment as much as any of them.
Old Miss Campbell was nearly as great a favorite as young Miss Campbell, so a succession of black coats and white gloves flowed in and out of the hospitable mansion pretty steadily all day.