I'm too old to tear around the country horseback before breakfast, like I have to-day." "Did you send her telegram ?" Minnie asked, as he drank the coffee she brought him.

She had interpreted "coffee" liberally, and, with the assistance of Mildy Upton (whose subdued nose was frankly red and who shed tears on the raspberries), had prepared an appetizing table at his elbow.
"Yes," responded the judge, "and I'm glad she sent it.

I talked the other way yesterday, what little I said--it isn't any of our business--but I don't think any too much of those people, somehow.

She thinks she belongs with Fisbee, and I guess she's right.

That young fellow must have got along with her pretty well, and I'm afraid when she gives up she'll be pretty bad over it; but I guess we all will.