She gave the paper to Mr.Gamble, and he felt foolish enough to kiss the signature.

She found another paper upon her lap and opened it mechanically.

It was the subscription list.
Suddenly she burst into laughter.
"This last donation is from Angora!" she exclaimed.

"That's a generous subscription, Mr.Gamble; but I don't know whether to thank you or the horse." "Thank the goat, whoever that is," he suggested, smiling into her eyes.
Great Scott, what eyes they were! "Polly, Colonel Bouncer is over there by the band stand.

I'll give you a nickel's worth of peanuts if you'll tell him what I'm doing." Mr.Gresham turned olive green.
"Wait a minute, Miss Parsons," he protested.