"If she isn't disposed to primp at the coming of a man, heaven forbid that I should be the one to start her," thought Mrs.Comstock.
Philip came whistling down the walk between the cinnamon pinks, pansies, and strawberries.

He carried several packages, while his face flushed with more colour than on the previous day.
"Only see what has happened to me!" cried Elnora, offering her letter.
"I'll wager I know!" answered Philip.

"Isn't it great! Every one in Onabasha is talking about it.

At last there is something new under the sun.

All of them are pleased.