Say that to the next pretty baggage who vows she reads you like a book! And in her secret heart she will know you say the truth--and know it, raging even while her smile remains unaltered.
For it is true, Euan; true concerning you men, also.

Not one among you all has ever really read us right.

The difference is this; we know we can not read you, but scorn to admit it; you honestly believe that you can read us, and often boast of doing it.

Which sex is the greater fool, judge you?
I have my own opinion." We both laughed; after a moment she put on her sun-mask and I tied it.
"Where do you and Mrs.Lansing lodge until your husband's regiment returns ?" I asked.
"They have given us the old Croghan house.

What it lacks in elegance of appointment it gains in hospitality.