Sometimes at the sea-side--especially when the tide's down--I feel so
happy: quite as if I could cry.

"When shall I get the things ready? For next Sunday?

"WHAT WILL IT COST?

"Oh, there--don't talk of it. No: we won't go. I shall send for
the painters to-morrow. What?

"I CAN GO AND TAKE THE CHILDREN, AND YOU'LL STAY?

"No, sir: you go with me, or I don't stir. I'm not going to be
turned loose like a hen with her chickens, and nobody to protect me.
So we'll go on Monday? Eh?

"WHAT WILL IT COST?

"What a man you are! Why, Caudle, I've been reckoning that, with
buff slippers and all, we can't well do it under seventy pounds. No;
I won't take away the slippers and say fifty. It's seventy pounds
and no less. Of course, what's over will be so much saved. Caudle,
what a man you are! Well, shall we go on Monday? What do you say -

"YOU'LL SEE?

"There's a dear. Then, Monday."


"Anything for a chance of peace," writes Caudle. "I consented to the