A buckboard took them into the heart of the forest, and the penetrating, resinous perfumes tingled Warrington's nostrils.

He had been in the woods in years gone by; not a tree or a shrub that he did not know.

It was nearly a two hours' drive to the lake, which was circled by lordly mountains.
"Isn't it beautiful ?" asked Patty, with a kind of proprietary pride.
"It is as fine as anything in the Alps," Warrington admitted.

"Shall we go a-fishing in the morning ?" "If you can get up early enough." "Trust me!" enthusiastically.
"I netted one this morning that weighed three pounds." "Fish grow more rapidly out of water than in," railingly.
"John, didn't that bass weigh three pounds ?" Patty appealed.
"It weighed three and a half." "I apologize," said Warrington humbly.
"How's the politician ?" whispered Kate, eagerly.
"About to find himself in the heart of a great scandal.

The enemy has located us, and this afternoon the Times is to come out with a broadside.