There, now I'm warmer.' To show how concisely women can narrate when they feel warmer, Polly started off: 'So, you know, Mr.Harrington, Mr.Laxley said--he said to Miss Rose, "You have taken her brother, and she has taken yours." And Miss Rose said, "That was her own business, and nobody else's." And Mr.Laxley said, "He was glad she thought it a fair exchange." I heard it all! And then Miss Rose said--for she can be in a passion about some things"-- What do you mean, Ferdinand," was her words, "I insist upon your speaking out." Miss Rose always will call gentlemen by their Christian names when she likes them; that's always a sign with her.

And he wouldn't tell her.

And Miss Rose got awful angry, and she's clever, is my Miss Rose, for what does she do, Mr.Harrington, but begins praising you up so that she knew it must make him mad, only because men can't abide praise of another man when it's a woman that says it--meaning, young lady; for my Miss Rose has my respect, however familiar she lets herself be to us that she likes.

The others may go and drown themselves.

Are you took ill, sir ?' 'No,' said Evan, 'I was only breathing.' 'The doctors say it's bad to take such long breaths,' remarked artless Polly.