Perhaps you've noticed that she's got a pretty side to her face as well as a plain one ?" "I can't say I've noticed it particular much," said the hollow-turner, blandly.
"Well," continued Upjohn, not disconcerted, "she has.

All women under the sun be prettier one side than t'other.

And, as I was saying, the pains she would take to make me walk on the pretty side were unending! I warrant that whether we were going with the sun or against the sun, uphill or downhill, in wind or in lewth, that wart of hers was always towards the hedge, and that dimple towards me.

There was I, too simple to see her wheelings and turnings; and she so artful, though two years younger, that she could lead me with a cotton thread, like a blind ram; for that was in the third climate of our courtship.

No; I don't think the women have got cleverer, for they was never otherwise." "How many climates may there be in courtship, Mr.Upjohn ?" inquired a youth--the same who had assisted at Winterborne's Christmas party.
"Five--from the coolest to the hottest--leastwise there was five in mine." "Can ye give us the chronicle of 'em, Mr.Upjohn ?" "Yes--I could.