I Wish You Well, My Dear

Even sally moffatt, after a moment's hesitation, threw her train over her arm and whisked ned into the ring. But the crowning joke was mister lawrence and aunt arch. For when the stately old gentleman sachered solemnly up to the old lady, she just tucked her cane under her arm and hopped briskly away. While the young folks pervaded the garden like butterflies on a midsummer day. Want of breath brought the impromptu ball to a close, and then people began to go. I heartily wish you well, but i think you'll be sorry for it, said aunt march to meg,. You've got a treasure, young