Poor man! to be reading Swift all this time!--I'll walk with you to the front porch." "I thought," ventured the young man, "I thought that perhaps you might ask me to stay to supper.

It's so lonely at Greenwood." "You stayed to supper last night," said Miss Dandridge pensively, "and you were here to dinner the day before, and you rode over the preceding afternoon, and the morning before that you read me Vathek .-- Oh, stay to supper by all means!" Cary picked up her scarf and handed her down the steps to the path that was beginning to be strewn with autumn leaves.

"Miss Dandridge--Unity--it has been fourteen mortal days since I last asked you to marry me! You said I might ask you once a month--" "I didn't," said Unity serenely.

"I said once a month was too often." "Aren't you ever going to love me ?" "Why, some day, yes!" replied Miss Dandridge.

"When you've swum the Hellespont like Leander, or picked a glove out of the lion's den like the French knight, or battered down a haunted castle like Rinaldo, or taken the ring from a murderer's hand like Onofrio, or set free the Magician's daughter like Julio--perhaps--perhaps--" "I must cast about to win my spurs!" said the younger Cary.