There are few greater dangers for a bachelor.

An insinuating imp perches on his shoulder, and, softly tickling the bachelor's ear with the feathers of an arrow-shaft, whispers: "Pretty nice, isn't it, eh?
Rather pleasant to have that girl sitting there, don't you think?
Enjoy having her notice your butter-plate was empty?
Think it exhilarating to hand her those rolls?
Looks nice, doesn't she?
Says 'Thank you' rather prettily?
Makes your lonely breakfast seem mighty dull, doesn't it?
How would you like to have her pour your coffee for you to-morrow, my boy?
How would it seem to have such pleasant company all the rest of your life?
Pretty cheerful, eh ?" When Miss Sherwood passed the editor the apple-butter, the casual, matter-of-course way she did it entranced him in a strange, exquisite wonderment.

He did not set the dish down when she put it in his hand, but held it straight out before him, just looking at it, until Mr.
Willetts had a dangerous choking fit, for which Minnie was very proud of Lige; no one could have suspected that it was the veil of laughter.

When Helen told John he really must squeeze a lemon into his iced tea, he felt that his one need in life was to catch her up in his arms and run away with her, not anywhere in particular, but just run and run and run away.
After dinner they went out to the veranda and the gentlemen smoked.

The judge set his chair down on the ground, tilted back in it with his feet on the steps, and blew a wavery domed city up in the air.