"I'm mighty glad you were there, of course, but where did you come from ?" "I left the festival rather late and--" "Festival?
Oh, that thing up at the church.

I didn't see you there." I had taken pains that he should not see me.
"Do you mean to tell me," he continued, "that you enjoy a thing like that?
What in blazes made Mabel want to go I don't see! She and Carver were set on going; and it would be the treat of a lifetime, or words to that effect.

I can't see it myself.

Of all the wooden headed jays I ever laid eyes on this town holds the finest collection.

Narrow and stubborn and blind to their own interests!" This was more like what I expected from him and I resented it.