to afford all of the hats that I need. I am sorry that I wrote I said I would, obligingly but unenthusiastically, because I don't
`Oh, Master Jervie--Miss Judy! You are soaked through. Dear! Dear! Dear Daddy-Long-Legs, Trustees used to give the Christmas tree and the Sunday ice-cream.
not because you care a bit about me, but from a sense of Duty.
be able to face a PERFECTLY TREMENDOUS debt. his money when he was earning good wages, so now he has to live
and willing line towards the dining-room to engage themselves