have gone to Saratoga--no cathedral left, because some plastering has tumbled off an upper stone--no forest left, because a few leaves have whirled away.

Nobody in town, because Mrs.Boniface Newt & Co.

have gone to Saratoga, and are doing their part of the world's work there.
Mr.Alfred Dinks, Mr.Zephyr Wetherley, and Mr.Bowdoin Beacon, were slowly sauntering down Broadway, when, they were overtaken and passed by a young woman walking rapidly for so warm a morning.
There was an immense explosion of adjectives expressing surprise when the three young, gentlemen discovered that the young lady who was passing them was Miss Amy Waring.
"Why, Miss Waring!" cried they, simultaneously.
She bowed and smiled.

They lifted their hats.
"You in town!" said Mr.Beacon.
"In town ?" echoed Mr.Dinks.
"Town ?" murmured Mr.Wetherley.
"Town," said Miss Waring, with her eyes sparkling.
"Where did you come from?
I thought you were all at Saratoga," she continued.
"It's stupid there," said Mr.Beacon.
"Quite stupid," echoed Mr.Dinks.
"Stupid," murmured Mr.Wetherley.
"Stupid ?" asked the lady, this time making the interrogation in the antistrophe of the chant.
"We wanted a little fun." "A little fun." "Fun," replied the gentlemen.
"Well, I'm going about my business," said she.

"Good-morning." "About your business ?" "Your business ?" "Business ?" murmured the youths, in order.