When I saw the new moon on the stump-pond last night I certainly did wish for Querida and a canoe.

He can sing very charmingly.
"Now I suppose you want to know under what circumstances I have permitted myself to wish for you.

If you talk to a man about another man he always attempts to divert the conversation to himself.

Yes, he does.
And you are no better than other men, Louis--not exempt from their vanities and cunning little weaknesses.

Are you?
"Well, then, as you admit that you are thoroughly masculine, I'll admit that deep in a corner of my heart I've wished for you a hundred times.
The moon suggests Querida; but about everything suggests you.