The next minute she relieved him from his embarrassment by speaking again.
"Would you mind doing me a favor, Bill ?" It seemed to Bill that, for the sake of hearing his Christian name from her lips, he would be willing to forswear all else that made life most dear--Havana cigars and muddy whisky included; and he was proceeding with impressive gravity to make a statement to that effect, when Cornelia once more interrupted him.
"Thank you; I was sure you would.

You're always so kind! You see I'm obliged to go home now, but papa will want to stay to supper, probably, or to play backgammon, and, of course, I shall leave him the wagon.
Now, I want you to promise to see that Dolly is properly harnessed before he starts--will you?
You know that man they have here isn't always quite sober, especially when it's Fourth of July, or any thing of that sort; and papa is getting old." "Yes, Miss Valeyon.

I'll attend to it.

I'll fix the old gentleman up, like he was my own father.

And you're just right about that fellow that's around here; _I_ wouldn't trust him.