And the only thing I've come across that she CAN'T explain," Tishy bunched straight at her friend, "is what on earth she's doing there." "Why she's working Mr.Longdon, like a good fine girl," Harold said; "like a good true daughter and even, though she doesn't love me nearly so much as I love HER, I will say, like a good true sister.

I'm bound to tell you, my dear Tishy," he went on, "that I think it awfully happy, with the trend of manners, for any really nice young thing to be a bit lost to sight.

London, upon my honour, is quite too awful for girls, and any big house in the country is as much worse--with the promiscuities and opportunities and all that--as you know for yourselves.

_I_ know some places," Harold declared, "where, if I had any girls, I'd see 'em shot before I'd take 'em." "Oh you know too much, my dear boy!" Vanderbank remarked with commiseration.
"Ah my brave old Van," the youth returned, "don't speak as if YOU had illusions.

I know," he pursued to the ladies, "just where some of Van's must have perished, and some of the places I've in mind are just where he has left his tracks.