Forty years later I wrote to her, across the leagues of land and sea that divided us, and told
her that Jasper Dale was dead; and I reminded her of her old promise and asked its fulfilment.
Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
We've told yarns by the campfire in the prairies, and dressed one another's wounds after trying a landing at the Marquesas, and drunk healths on the shore of Titicaca.
Yet they were less changed than they had been when told
only by word of mouth.
I did not know what to say, but at last I told
him that I thought he had better not.
Grandfather went on to talk about Roger Williams, and told
the children several particulars, which we have not room to repeat.
A woman wrote that and jest look at it--one hundred and three chapters when it could all have been told
Why, I first told
her the nature of our laws about marriage, and what the reasons were that men and women were obliged to enter into such compacts as it was neither in the power of one nor other to break; that otherwise, order and justice could not be maintained, and men would run from their wives, and abandon their children, mix confusedly with one another, and neither families be kept entire, nor inheritances be settled by legal descent.
As to the game--Pollyanna told
Nancy these days how glad she was going to be when she could go to school again, go to see Mrs.
Remember what Sherriff said that night when I told
you about finding the man looking in at the window?
The landlady could give me no information; but the moment I mentioned your name, she asked if I was related to you; and when I told
her I was your cousin, she said there was a young lady then at the hotel whose name was Vanstone also, who was in great distress about a missing relative, and who might prove of some use to me -- or I to her -- if we knew of each other's errand at Aldborough.
When Helen had put this drug in the bowl, and had told
the servants to serve the wine round, she said:
I devoted a considerable amount of attention to the subject at one time, and was getting on, as I thought, fairly well; but the old hands told
me that I should never be any real good at it, and advised me to give it up.
When Ripple saw the mother's grief, she longed to comfort her; so, bending tenderly beside her, where she knelt upon the shore, the little Spirit told
her how her child lay softly sleeping, far down in a lovely place, where sorrowing tears were shed, and gentle hands laid garlands over him.
He had stayed longer with me, but he happened to look out at the window and see his sisters coming up the garden, so he took his leave, kissed me again, told
me he was very serious, and I should hear more of him very quickly, and away he went, leaving me infinitely pleased, though surprised; and had there not been one misfortune in it, I had been in the right, but the mistake lay here, that Mrs.