As for Warrington, he went from one laugh into another.
Oh, dazzling twenty; blissful, ignorant, confident twenty! Who among you would not be twenty, when trouble passes like cloud-shadows in April; when the door of the world first opens?
Ay, who would not trade the meager pittance, wrested from the grinding years, for one fleet, smiling dream of twenty?
"It is all over town, the reply you made to Mrs.Winthrop and that little, sawed-off, witty daughter of hers." "Patty!" "Well, she is sawed-off and witty." "What did I say ?" asked Warrington, blushing.

He had forgotten the incident.
"Mrs.Winthrop asked you to make her daughter an epigram, and you replied that Heaven had already done that." "By the way," said Warrington, when the laughter subsided, "I understand that my old dog has been running away from home lately.

I hope he doesn't bother you." "Bother, indeed! I just love him," cried Patty.

"He's such a lovable animal.

We have such good times on our morning rides.