'By the way, haven't you got yourself up uncommonly well this morning?
I never saw you as pretty as you are in this rig.

If it would not be very improper, I'd like to kiss you.' He was astonished at his own boldness, and not at all surprised at Jerrie's reply, as she stepped back from him.
'No, thank you, it would be highly improper for a man of twenty-six, who stands six feet in his boots, to kiss a girl of nineteen, who stands five feet six in her slippers.' There was a flush on her cheeks and a strange look in her eyes, for she was thinking of Harvard, where he had put her from him, ashamed that strangers should see her kiss him.

Harold had forgotten that incident, which at the time had made no impression upon him, and was now thinking only of the beautiful girl whose presence seemed to brighten and ennoble everything with which she came in contact, and to whom he at last said good-bye, just as Peterkin's tower clock struck for half-past five.' 'I _must_ go now,' he said, taking up his basket of brushes.

'I have lost a full half-hour with you, and your steaks, and your coddling me generally.

I ought to have been there by this time.