"If you don't mean to behave yourself, I won't stay with you." "Oh, yes, you will," returned Bertie with brotherly assurance.

"You wouldn't miss Dick's aborigine for anything--and I don't blame you, for he's worth seeing.

Dick assures me that he is quite harmless, or I don't know that I should care to venture my scalp at such close quarters." "You're positively ridiculous to-day," Hilary declared.
* * * * * A perfect summer morning, a rippling blue river that shone like glass where the willows dipped and trailed, and a girl who sang a murmurous little song to herself as she slid down the bank into the laughing stream.
Ah, it was heavenly! The sun-flecks on the water danced and swam all about her.

The trees whispered to one another above her floating form.
The roses on the garden balustrade of Dick Culver's bungalow nodded as though welcoming a friend.

She turned over and struck out vigorously, swimming up-stream.