Clara raised her gown in her hands as she gave me the morning greeting, and said laughingly: "Look, guest! you see we are at least as fine as any of the people you felt inclined to scold last night; you see we are not going to make the bright day and the flowers feel ashamed of themselves.

Now scold me!" Quoth I: "No, indeed; the pair of you seem as if you were born out of the summer day itself; and I will scold you when I scold it." "Well, you know," said Dick, "this is a special day--all these days are, I mean.

The hay-harvest is in some ways better than corn-harvest because of the beautiful weather; and really, unless you had worked in the hay- field in fine weather, you couldn't tell what pleasant work it is.

The women look so pretty at it, too," he said, shyly; "so all things considered, I think we are right to adorn it in a simple manner." "Do the women work at it in silk dresses ?" said I, smiling.
Dick was going to answer me soberly; but Clara put her hand over his mouth, and said, "No, no, Dick; not too much information for him, or I shall think that you are your old kinsman again.

Let him find out for himself: he will not have long to wait." "Yes," quoth Annie, "don't make your description of the picture too fine, or else he will be disappointed when the curtain is drawn.