"But of course I realize that some other time will be better." "Oh, don't let me spoil fun," begged Mr.Cameron, half rising, as though hoping to be asked to seat himself again.
"Mr.Cameron," Miss Bentley replied sweetly, rising also as her caller completed the act of getting upon his feet, "I know you will excuse me now, rude as it seems in me to ask it.

But Mr.
Prescott's time in Gridley is very limited, and we are all anxious to see as much of him as possible." "Say no more, Miss Bentley," begged Mr.Cameron, forcing a genial smile.

"Mr.Prescott, I congratulate you on having such a good champion.

Good afternoon, Laura.

Good afternoon, Mr.Prescott; I am very glad indeed to have had the pleasure of meeting you." "I am most happy to have met you, sir; if it were not for my own great good fortune, and my natural selfishness, I would feel most regretful over being the means of distracting Miss Bentley's attention." Laura, as soon as she had extended her hand to Mr.Cameron, had run inside to get her hat.