But to-morrow--or perhaps the day after, you may confess to me your approbation of one more feature--only one, remember!--just one more agreeable feature.

In that way I shall be able to hold out for quite a while, you see--counting my fingers as separate features! Oh, you've given me a taste of it; it's your own fault, Captain Selwyn, and now I desire more if you please--in semi-weekly lingering doses--" A perfect gale of laughter from the sofa cut her short.
"Drina!" she exclaimed; "it's after eight!--and I completely forgot." "Oh, dear!" protested the child, "he's being so funny about the war in Samar.

Couldn't I stay up--just five more minutes, Eileen?
Besides, I haven't told him about Jessie Orchil's party--" "Drina, dear, you _know_ I can't let you.

Say good-night, now--if you want Mr.Lansing and your Uncle Philip to come to another party." "I'll just whisper one more confidence very fast," she said to Boots.

He inclined his head; she placed both hands on his shoulders, and, kneeling on the sofa, laid her lips close to his ear.