"I do like a good cigar; and--what do _you_ think Mr.Le Frank ?--isn't a pint of champagne nice drinking, this hot weather?
Just cooled with ice--I don't know whether you feel the weather, Miss Minerva, as I do ?--and poured, fizzing, into a silver mug.

Lord, how delicious! Good-bye, girls.

Give me a kiss before I go." Maria led the way, as became the elder.

She not only gave the kiss, but threw an appropriate sentiment into the bargain.

"I do love you, dear papa!" said this perfect daughter--with a look in Miss Minerva's direction, which might have been a malicious look in any eyes but Maria's.
Mr.Gallilee turned to his youngest child.