Waiting Is Far More Difficult Than Doing.

When Oranges Came In, A Curious Proceeding Was Gone Through. Miss Jenkyns Did Not Like To Cut The Fruit, For, As She Observed, The Juice All Ran Out Nobody Knew Where, Sucking [only I Think She Used Some More Recondite Word] Was In Fact The Only Way Of Enjoying Oranges; But Then There Was The Unpleasant Association With A Ceremony Frequently Gone Through By Little Babies; And So, After Dessert, In Orange Season, Miss Jenkyns And Miss Matty Used To Rise Up, Possess Themselves Each Of An Orange In Silence, And Withdraw To The Privacy Of Their Own Rooms To Indulge In Sucking Oranges.

It Is Odd Enough To See How The Entrance Of A Person Of The Opposite Sex Into An Assemblage Of Either Men Or Women Calms Down The Little Discordances And The Disturbance Of Mood.

I Do Try To Say, God’s Will Be Done, Sir,” Said The Squire, Looking Up At Mr. Gibson For The First Time, And Speaking With More Life In His Voice; “but It’s Harder To Be Resigned Than Happy People Think.

. . . It Seemed To Me That Where Others Had Prayed Before To Their God, In Their Joy Or In Their Agony, Was Of Itself A Sacred Place.

Mr. Thorton Love Margaret! Why, Margraret Would Never Think Of Him, I'm Sure! Such A Thing Has Never Entered Her Head." "entering Her Heart Would Do.