"I add nothing of the kind."
"Will you never let me go to church with you again?"
"Certainly, after what you said, any pleasant day."
"Why can't I have the privilege of being a martyr as well as yourself?"
"I am not a martyr. I would far rather go out to-day than stay at home."
"It will be very lonely without you."
"Oh, you are the martyr then, after all. I hope you will have sufficient fortitude to endure, and doze comfortably during the two hours of my absence."
"Now you are satirical on Sunday, Miss Walton. Let that burden your conscience. I'm going to ask your father if I may go."
"Of course you will act at your pleasure," said Mr. Walton, "but I think, in your present state of health, Annie has suggested the wiser and safer thing to do."
"I should probably be ill on your hands if I went, so I submit; but I wish you to take note, Miss Walton, that I have the 'sperit to go.'"