He did not often see a copy of it.

The politician and the merchant understood each other, and the bargain was soon brought to a close.
And now the time for the reception was at hand.

A florist's wagon stood in front of the door, and the young man thought, "This is my funeral." Every preparation gave him a shudder.

Ellen laughed at him.
"It's well enough for you to laugh," said he, "for you are safe in the amphitheater while I am in the ring with the bull." "Why, you great big goose, is anybody going to hurt you ?" "No; and that's the trouble.

If somebody were to hurt me, I could relieve myself of embarrassment by taking up revenge." At the very eleventh hour of preparation he was not only reconciled to the affliction of a reception, but appeared rather to look with favor upon the affair.