It is the realism of your writing which fascinates me so, Mr.Burton.I wish you would stay here and write of my garden; the moorland, too, is beautiful." "I should like to very much," said Burton.
Mr.Cowper gazed at him in mild curiosity.
"You are a stranger to me, Mr.Burton," he remarked.

"My daughter does not often encourage visitors.

Pray tell me, how did you make her acquaintance ?" "There was a bull," he commenced,--"A cow," she interrupted softly.
"On the moor outside.

Your daughter was a little terrified.

She accepted my escort after I had driven away the--animal." The old gentleman looked as though he thought it the most natural thing in the world.
"Dear me," he said, "how interesting! Edith, the strawberries this afternoon are delicious.