Lana said in my ear: "She is a wild thing, Euan, and endures neither plaguing nor wooing easily.

How I have gained her I do not know....

Perhaps because I am aging very fast these days, and she hath a heart as tender as a forest dove's." Lois looked up, seeing us whispering together.
"Uncouth manners!" said she.

"I am greatly ashamed of you both." I thought to myself, wondering, how utter a change had come over the characters of these two in twice as many weeks! Lois had now something of that quick and mischievous gaiety that once was Lana's; and the troubled eyes that once belonged to Lois now were hers no longer, but Lana's.

It seemed very strange and sad to me.
"Had I a dozen beaux," quoth Lois airily, "I might ask of one o' them another bit of trout." And, "Oh!" she exclaimed, in affected surprise, as I aided her.