"Isn't it a wonder, Mabel ?" he asked.

"The native wit on his native heath! Reuben--pardon me, your name is Reuben, isn't it ?--now that you've had your little joke, would you condescend to tell us the road which we should take to reach Bayport in the shortest time?
Would you oblige us to that extent ?" The young lady smiled at this.

"Victor," she said, "how idiotic you are!" I agreed with her.

Idiot was one of the terms, the mildest, which I should have applied to that young man.

I wanted very much to remove him from that car by what Lute would call the scruff of the neck.