That sounds rather Irish, doesn't it ?..." And under her breath--"perhaps it is.

God knows!" Her face grew very grave for a moment, then, as she turned and looked at him, the shadow fell.
"Do you know--it was absurd of course--but I could scarcely sleep last night for sheer dread of your coming to-day.

And yet I knew what sort of a man you must be; and this morning"-- she shook her head--"I couldn't endure any breakfast, and I usually endure lots; so I took a spin down the lake in my chair.

When I saw you just now I was trying to brace up on a guava.

Listen to me: I am hungry!" "You poor little thing--" "Sympathy satisfies sentiment but appetite prefers oranges.