He's no god." "Demi-god." "Not even that," said Valerie; "he's a sentimental shepherd who likes to lie with his handsome head in a girl's lap and make lazy eyes at her." "I know," nodded Rita.

"Look out for that shepherd." "Does he bite ?" "No; there's the trouble.

Anybody can pet him." Valerie laughed, turned over, and lay at length on her stomach in the grass, exploring the verdure for a four-leaf clover.
"I never yet found one," she said, cheerfully.

"But then I've never before seen much grass except in the Park." "Didn't you ever go to the country ?" "No.

Mother was a widow and bedridden.