I've a book upstairs that tells all about that.

I read it when I have holdovers--" "Kerns, I wish to speak seriously.

I've had it on my mind ever since I married.

May I speak frankly ?" "Well, when I come back from Boston--" "Because I know a girl," interrupted Gatewood--"wait a moment, Tommy!"-- as Kerns rose and sauntered toward the door--"you've plenty of time to catch your train and be civil, too! I mean to tell you about that girl, if you'll listen." Kerns halted and turned upon his friend a pair of eyes, unwinking in their placid intelligence.
"I was going to say that I know a girl," continued Gatewood, "who is just the sort of a girl you--" "No, she isn't!" said Kerns, wheeling to resume his progress toward the cloakroom.
"Tom!" Kerns halted.
"_You're_ a fine specimen!" commented Gatewood scornfully.

"You spent the best years of your life in persuading me to get married, and the first time I try to do the same for you, you make for the tall timber!" "I know it," admitted Kerns, unashamed; "I'm bashful.