There goes my inamorata, smiling upon another fellow.

How long is this going to last?
Not all summer, by Jupiter! Her father must not insist on her playing that game too long, even though she does play it so well." Madge was sitting in her room in dreary apathy and spiritless reaction from the strain of the morning, when she was aroused by a knock on her door.

"Madge," called a voice that sent the blood to her face, "what say you to another ride?
I know the roads are muddy, but--" "But I'll go with you," she cried.

"Why use adversatives in the same breath with 'ride'?
The mud's nothing.

What won't rub off can stay on.
How soon shall I be ready ?" "That's a good live girl.