Isn't It a Beautiful Thing?

I wish we could do something for that capital old professor. Couldn't we invent a rich lation who shall obligingly die out there in germany and leave him a tidy little fortune? Said laury, when they began to pace up and down the long drawing room,. arm in arm, as they are fond of doing in memory of the chateau garden. She's very proud of him, just as he is, and said yesterday that she thought poverty was a beautiful thing. Bless her dear heart. We won't interfere now, but watch our chance and do them a good turn in spite of themselves. I owe joe for a part of my education. And she