Far from it.

Was there not a city hall in Blossomville, and a high-school, and were there not social functions there?
But, of course, it was a little different in a great city, and it would be well not to mingle too recklessly with the multitude.
They would even visit the circus when one of those "aggregations" made the summer hideous, and he would buy her peanuts and observe all the conventional rules laid down for rural deportment on such occasions.
The whimsicality, the childishness of it all, gave it a charm.

They appreciated anything together.

Harlson said, one day: "I believe that an old proverb should be changed.

'He laughs best who laughs last,' is incorrect.