Why, I wouldn't even kiss her hand without old Jack's consent.

Well, well; the scene in the church Wednesday will solve all doubts--if I have any." The Sunday luncheon passed uneventfully.

The aunt said nothing more about his coming home to stay.

She knew her boy; urging would do more harm than good; so she left him to decide freely.
"Is the pie good, Richard ?" she asked.
"Fine! Can you spare me another piece ?" "I'm glad you'll never be too proud to eat pie," she returned.
"Not even when it's humble," laughed Warrington.
"There are some folks roundabout who do not think pie is proper," seriously.
"Not proper?
Tommyrot! Pie is an institution; it is as unassailable as the Constitution of the country.

I do not speak of the human constitution.