He asked himself." "Ah! but you let him come," said the youth shrewdly.

"I think, Elizabeth, you're not behaving quite nicely." "How am I not behaving nicely ?" "Well, you don't pay any attention to him.

Do you know what he was doing while you were looking at the cows yesterday ?" Elizabeth reluctantly confessed that she had no idea.
"Well, he was sitting by a lake--a kind of swamp--at the back of the house, reading a book." Philip went off into a fit of laughter.
"Poor Mr.Delaine!" cried Elizabeth, though she too laughed.

"It was probably Greek," she added pensively.
"Well, that's funnier still.

You know, Elizabeth, he could read Greek at home.