I have always been used to a great deal of noise--_too_ much, I have sometimes thought, but I am sure that I never shall think so again!" "Well, but if they do not--" "You have said that three times," I cry, irritably.

"You seem to take a pleasure in saying it.

If they do not--well, what ?" "I will not say what I was going to say," he answers, shortly.

"I shall only get my nose bitten off if I do." "Very well, do not!" reply I, with equal suavity.
We walk in silence toward the house, the wet grass is making my long gown drenched and flabby.

We have reached the garden-door whence I issued, and by which I shall return.
"You must go now, I suppose," say I, reluctantly.