Come, Crosbie, we'll go home and smoke a cigar." "Yes," said Lily; "and then, you know, we stupid people can go to bed.

Mamma, I wish you had a little smoking-room here for us.

I don't like being considered stupid." And then they parted,--the ladies going into the house, and the two men returning across the lawn.
"Lily, my love," said Mrs Dale, when they were all together in her bedroom, "it seems to me that you are very hard upon Mr Crosbie." "She has been going on like that all the evening," said Bell.
"I'm sure we are very good friends," said Lily.
"Oh, very!" said Bell.
"Now, Bell, you're jealous; you know you are." And then, seeing that her sister was in some slight degree vexed, she went up to her and kissed her.

"She shan't be called jealous; shall she, mamma ?" "I don't think she deserves it," said Mrs Dale.
"Now, you don't mean to say that you think I meant anything ?" said Lily.

"As if I cared a buttercup about Mr Crosbie." "Or I either, Lily." "Of course you don't.