"You're too clever for me," he rejoined with spirit.

"I'm too conceited.

I must marry a girl that'd kneel to me and think me as wise as Socrates.

But he's back again, as you say, and, in my view, his wife ought to be back again also." "She ought to be here," was Kitty's swift reply, "though I think mighty little of her--mighty little, I can tell you.

Stuckup, great tall stork of a woman, that lords it over a man as though she was a goddess.