Had she done so, she would doubtless have found it in a consciousness when in his presence of being surrounded with so fine and delicate an atmosphere of unspoken devotion that words of flattery sounded almost gross.
They paused before a gate.

Pushing it open and passing within, she said, "Good-night." "One word more.

I have a favour to ask," he said.

"May I take you to the picnic ?" "Why, I think no escort will be necessary," she replied; "we go in broad daylight; and there are no bears or Indians at Hemlock Hollow." "But your basket.

You'll need somebody to carry your basket." "Oh yes, to be sure, my basket," she exclaimed, with an ironical accent.
"It will weigh at least two pounds, and I couldn't possibly carry it myself, of course.