Married or single he's more agreeable to me than that multi-coloured drummer.

I let the creature drive me to the post office in a buckboard, and he continued to sit closer until I took the reins, snapped the whip, and drove at a gallop over that terrible stony road.

And he is so fat that it nearly killed him.

It killed all sentiment in him, anyway." Rita, stretched lazily in a hammock and displaying a perfectly shod foot and silken ankle to the rage of the crocheters on the veranda, said dreamily: "The unfortunate thing about us is that we know too much to like the only sort of men who are likely to want to marry us." "What of it ?" laughed Valerie.

"We don't want to marry them--or anybody.
Do we ?" "Don't you ?" "Don't I what ?" "Want to get married ?" "I should think not." "Never ?" "Not if I feel about it as I do now.