Indiscretions of Archie

Hope began to creep back into Mr. Brewster's heart, like a shamefaced dog that has been away from home hunting for a day or two.

my dear old better
four-fifths!

The longer he was married to her the more did the sacred institution seem to him a good egg.

"Yes, it's an egg, isn't it!"
"Queen of my soul," said Archie enthusiastically, "it's an omelette!"

It was a long letter, and there was silence in the room for some moments while he mastered its contents.