I'll just let 'em know I'm here." But at this moment the two young ladies came forth, blushing and resplendent.

Hats were doffed and hands were shaken.
"Why, is that you, Mr.Gammon ?" cried Carrie Waghorn when the ceremony was over, as if only just aware of his presence.

"Well, this is a surprise, isn't it, Polly ?" Miss Sparkes seemed barely to recognize Mr.Gammon, but of necessity she took a place by his side, and walked on with a rhythmic tossing of the head, which had a new adornment--a cluster of great blue flowers, unknown to the botanist, in the place of her everyday poppies.
"If you don't want me," remarked Gammon, glancing at her, "you've only to say so, and I'm off." Polly looked up at the sky, and answered with a question.
"Do you think it's going to rine ?" "Shouldn't wonder." "Well, you are polite." "What's the rine got to do with politeness?
I say, why didn't you answer my letter ?" "I pay no attention to impertinence," replied Miss Sparkes haughtily.
"Oh, that's it?
Never mind; we shall get on better presently.

I say, Polly, do you see you've left marks on my face ?" Polly set her lips and kept a severe silence.
"I don't mind 'em," Gammon continued.

"Rather proud of 'em.