bone, and no muscles, and fade away, and fatten out again à volonté.
I heard a noise in my passage when I was dressing in the evening, and sent Rosina to ask what it was, and she said that the servants were all laughing, because the little boy was telling them that, when I was ill, he had promised to his god that he would give all my servants a feast (which consists in cake and sugar) when I got well, and that now he had got his new dress he meant to give it to-morrow, and he was inviting them all. I dined down to-day, my recovery being entirely complete, and I am probably much the better for the attack.
This morning there came out of the extreme far end of the hold of the ‘Catherine,’ a box from Rodwell, with a real good satisfactory profusion of books, and we did not expect them, which made it all the pleasanter; and when we all dispersed after luncheon, everybody had at least three volumes, under each arm. Even Captain whose studies are few and far between, stepped off with ‘Mrs. Armitage.’ We have read ‘Boz’ before, but that was one I
