One must be nice to foreigners, and dear Dickie's society undiluted would bore me to extinction." "I don't think we had better give him a knife at dinner," remarked Bertie.

"I shouldn't like you to be scalped, darling.

It would ruin your prospects.

I suppose my only course would be to insist upon his marrying you forthwith." "Bertie, you're a beast!" said his sister tersely.
* * * * * "We have taken you at your word, you see," sang out Dick Culver from his punt.

"I hope you haven't thought better of it by any chance, for my friend has been able to think of nothing else all day." A slim white figure danced eagerly out of the tiny dining-saloon of the house-boat.
"Come on board!" she cried hospitably.