And you are not ashamed of me now I hope—are you Sir?
No—no—but I am proud of you—
He touched her hand as he spoke, but released it immediately, for he saw that he had a very cautious game to play.
By jingo Abby!
By jingo—what for?
Why the hand is warm after all; it is Mr. Burroughs himself—it is, it is!—I know him now as well as I know you——hourra!
O my!
As sure as you are alive Abby.
Why, Bridget Pope, said her uncle. What on earth are you made of?
Me—uncle Matthew?