I remembered your face.

You know I was go often at your home, and I wondered how it would suit you.

You should take that interest as a compliment.

And I am lonesome here, and you are idling, you say, and why should we not be good friends for the summer?
The men in town annoy me, and the girls here are not bright enough for you.

Let us be cronies, will you not?
Take me fishing to-morrow.